This is not a post about my father. Not entirely.

This is a post about how I feel about my, well, his family.

I understand grief, and loss, and watching a loved one decline with age, whether mentally or physically.

But to act like it’s inevitable is…foolhardy? Irresponsible?

And then, when faced with the prospect of making things better, to sigh and throw up your hands and say “welp, it is what it is” borders on criminal.

But what I haven’t understood, even in this new cruel world where strangers can project their shit onto you, it was always family that was united in a cohesive, mutually beneficial way.

But, I’ve learned a long time ago that family is only certain people.