Sometimes, things happen that are out of our control. Or if they were in control, and we failed, somehow? Somewhere—. . . Losing a sibling—that you loved, that you grew up with, that you raised, that you promised to protect . . . any of those, all of those, that's the worst feeling in the world, isn't it? "What could I have done, what could I have done?"
But we still have things to fight for even after all of that. And it's not over. It's not over.