I try to imagine how it feels to be him.
Burying his daughter’s gerbil in the field- knowing her heart will be as broken as his.
He let us sleep through the night and get through our busy day before he even told us about the gerbil.
I try to imagine what it feels like to be the one to convince your kid to do brave things like ride on a boat.
How it feels to catch every spider and how it feels to tell his kid that we really should put every spider back outside, even when I personally suggested the death penalty.
To understand how he operates with tact.
I wonder how it feels to leave your family and head to work with logic and reason, when all you want to do is stay.
And how it feels to do that every day.
I wonder how it feels to take care of a woman and a girl whose growing into one.
I wonder how he holds it together – on the days I imagine we are both falling apart.
I wonder what my girl will learn from her dad and all the brave memos he unknowingly instills in us both.
I try to imagine what it’s like to be a daddy and how it feels to have to act rock solid – when sometimes life’s fleeting moments leave men just as hollow.
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