That man suffered more in one lifetime than anybody has a right to. But he was also one of the most childishly joyful people I ever had the privilege of knowing. He built a beautiful family and brought them up in a spirit of love that he never had anyone teach him how to make. He never judged anybody, least of all any of us. And we fought so hard for his life, so many times. In a way, because most of us are so different from him, that fighting back was the only way we had to return the love he had given us.
There's a reason why I was here and not there. And if there isn't, then I'll fucking make one. I'll give him something to be proud of, something to show him that it wasn't in vain.