Welcome to the Ghosts of the Past finding RP. In which a grieving father faces a scenario that is far too familiar. His heart can't take it, but his brain compels him to do the right thing. But is it the right thing when you yourself cannot step up to the tasks and expectations of fatherhood? Has he failed before he has even begun? "The only one who can understand you is, you. So you must take care of yourself."
