I used to be sad for my father, when he said he was worried about it happening again. I thought - maybe he just couldn't feel safe in anything, after mom died. Maybe he just wasn't capable of feeling like things wouldn't fall apart. And I always tried, I tried really hard, to make him see that that wasn't the kind of universe he lived in, anymore. That he'd helped things change, and they were better now, and there was no reason they shouldn't stay that way.