Because that’s truly what I wish. I wish we were just getting started, and I know now that was the point of everything my dad did, everything he had us do. The time we spent prepping and working and all the blood, sweat, and tears we shed. None of it was for the end. It was for a beginning. My father didn’t prepare me for the end of the world. He prepared me to start a new one. And I just wish he were a part of it.
