Prompt #7: What was your greatest loss?
I try not to think about my losses too much, except as an example of what not to do. I lost my family to the War, to murderers, to anger. It was only that last one that I had any control over. Pride goes before a lot of things, I suppose.
I lost many dear friends over the years I’ve been an equipper, super and layman alike; some in the line of duty and others to more mundane ends. Imagine being able to bend steel with your bare hands only to die of a heart attack. “Ironic” is simply not a word strong enough.
What is my greatest loss? Which one small thing that I miss and can never have back? I think perhaps the worst loss of all is that of a lost chance. I let mine slip away some years ago and I don’t think I will have a second opportunity to seize it before it is really, truly gone.