I am braced and ready for any news. My heart is heavy as the things around me break apart with steady efficiency. This time I do not have as many resources to draw upon, this time I have seen the panic greeting your stare, this time I hear a different catch in your breath as you speak of it. All those who should hold me are fading away, so I have to pull myself up.

How can I be strong enough? I will not whine, I will not fall into a stupor of grief, I am made from stronger stock then that.

I can only push for your unrealized dreams and clasp a steady hand over yours. We will fight this again my father, I will not flinch away.