My father was the man with no fear, but that always seemed like a contradiction to me. Without fear, then what was it you had to conquer? What was a man who could not move forward? Fear will always be a choice, but what happens when that choice has become so second-nature…it is the only option you have.

What then?

I guess, the thing I'm most afraid of, is the only way I can know my father, is to become him. To be trapped as a man who cannot know fear.

And if that is my only option…then can my father and I ever really know each other?