Immeasurably sad. I never felt like I gave my daughter life, any more than a river creates water. I was her passageway to life.

My daughter had a rough patch or two and I was terrified, as I would be at the prospect of losing anyone of great value to me. She has always been very much herself, not [i]mine[/i], and she wasn't mine to fix. All I could do was all I could do, support her and encourage her while she repaired herself.

I dunno. I'd probably just smoke a lotta weed.

I don’t know.

It would break my heart. 😞