"I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this..." my father is saying over and over again. "You can. You're okay." "I don't know how to live without her." "Ash, she's still here. Don't give up. I know it's hard, but you gotta have faith." "I just want her back. I miss her so fucking much." "I know you do. We all do."
