Is this how my father feels each time he loses a follower to the long night of death? No, he does not mourn, for his faithful join him in celestial rest. But maybe, I think, this is how he felt leaving me on this side of the divine gate. Left behind. An earthen promise as he rose skyward. Surely the sun’s heart ached, too, leaving his child alone. In this is the only consolation. That whether you’re fated to remain or destined to go, pain awaits. But it is pain shared by both parties, and maybe more bearable because of it. Maybe loss will always hurt, no matter who you are—god, mortal, or
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