Swiftcurrent Creek you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart

Her call was something that did not offer the father solace, nor closure. How could one have closure when their child had all but said their farewell to this world.

It gave nothing but surreality. He felt numb--trailing after the form of his eldest, a distance away and possibly unseen. Pale eyes studied the lope of her walk--the certain way in which she moved that somehow reminded him of her mother.

He watched, trailing and from afar--unsure how he was supposed to accept this fate for her.