I missed the family meeting about my dad. The one where my brother and sister had to explain how much worse he’s getting, what we need to DO. I was on a flight, of course, some stupid client pitch in another damn city. It’s what we do right? Chase the next thing. My mom... she died last year and it was this whole thing, I thought I was done with all the caring. Now it's dad, and I feel this... empty spot where I used to be able to just *be* there. Like, what even am I, if not that person who’s always got to be somewhere else.