Dad chose a difficult road for a career path, one that required all of his attention at their whim and this didn't leave much outside what was approved for servicemen in their daily lives or those of their family.
Still, he endured it and went on to have a second career afterwards and his projection of that stalwart and stoic superman remains with me to this day.
You never think you will lose those pillars of strength which represent themselves so clearly in your past ... but lo and behold time changes all things and those frailties which consist of humanity ultimately unfold themselves upon us regardless of appearances ...
The years have flown since my Dad passed on December 4, 2001. It was a very difficult time and I don't think you ever really get totally past it all; but the ensuing years have brought me to a point that I don't think of it every minute of each day as I did early on ...
We're all headed down the same path, age, change, entropy, and ultimately death but sometimes the heart ignores what it cannot tolerate leaving us to crash and burn in our own grief after reality has come on down.
Carrying on does get to happen, however fleeting that is in and of itself and those memories though sweet will never replace that reality we once knew and enjoyed so much.
All a person can really do is await their own reward and rejoin our loved ones in spirit when it is our time to go to them.
It's sad but those choices which remain grow few on that path which is life and family. All we can do is abide and that is precisely what we're continuing to do.