Pops was an alpha in many respects, killed men for a living. I singlehandedly put his suffering at ease during the hardest of his 16 year battle with cancer, after on and off deployments as a leader of special operations.

Struggling to get a good bearing on the path ahead. Obviously I’ve been lifting, getting rich with the company I partner, and moving to a new city.

Other than that it’s been grinding me down. I grieve and cry, if someone wants to say that’s not a man thing to do, I feel sorry for you and feel grateful for you. I’m happy you don’t have that kind of pain, loss, or hardship. He was a man who led men into war. I was with him every day in hospice ( last place he wanted to be ) until the bitter end.

My question is, how do I move past this. I’m feeling it hard and heavy. I’ve read all the shit and been here a while. How the fuck do I go forward in some meaningless shit to get laid while I couldn’t give a fuck?