Excellent observations. Your writing is impressive.

I lost my father at 18. He never rescued me. He was quite sure I had to make it on my own. I suppose if he had seen me drowning he would have gone in to help but I never saw anything that looked like that.

I've always assumed he knew he was going to die when I was just on the cusp of adulthood. Being raised in an environment of figuring out life for myself, I never really thought rescue was possible.

I'm in my late sixties and I'm not daunted by my own strength. But sometimes it might be nice to have someone carry me.