Just read that piece about the woman who lost all five siblings and grew up alone with her father, and honestly, it's been sitting heavy all morning. Makes you think about the sheer randomness of it all—how one family can be carved down to nearly nothing while the rest of us complain about Christmas dinners with too many opinions around the table. My dad was... difficult, let's say. Cold, sharp-tongued, the kind of man who'd critique your posture while you were mid-panic-attack. But he was *ther