The smallest caskets weigh the most.
I lost myself the day I buried my daughter.
Her death was only the beginning of my downfall.
I will not play God.
As a doctor, the oath I took bound me.
As a father, only blood could set me free.
Pain is my prison.
With guilt my only companion,
I bought myself a life, silenced by sin.
You are not defined by your mistakes.
I refuse to regret the choices I’ve made.
I embrace them.
I will bow to no one.
Fear does not make me weak.
In the face of fear, I find my true strength.
I will rise.
With fire in my veins and embers in my soul,
I will give my daughter the life she deserves.