John knew what that was like, missing out, feeling like you should have been there for someone else. He reached over and squeezed her hand for a moment, not saying anything.
Biting his lip, he stared into his glass for a long time before shaking his head. "I don't mind. It wasn't very long, actually. Only a couple of weeks. I mean, my dad was killed on a mission before I was born. So, I guess that was a while. But, Mom...only a couple weeks. My uncle a couple days before, killed on a mission just like my dad. There was this guy my mom dated for awhile when I was fifteen. I thought he'd be my stepdad. Things didn't work out between them, but he still treated me like a kind of surrogate son. He was killed the day before my uncle. Home invasion. That was a couple weeks after my girlfriend's body was found like I told you before. So, I wasn't really alone for all that long. It was just a lot all at once."
Shaking his head he tossed off the melancholy mood. "They're both right. You are just you. But, you're not like most other people. You're unique. Whether that was God's doing or yours is really irrelevant."