The man who loved the women in his life more than his children has been abandoned by those women, and now he will spend eternity with his daughter. I’m certain this isn’t what he planned at all.
I was working from a short story I had already written. I could fill in more of the relationships between the characters, more of the motivations. Maybe I could even add some new characters, and then kill them off. But then what?
My father and I had a broken relationship. We didn’t hate each other. We loved each other. There was simply a lifelong chasm between us that no bridge could span.