He has episodes or tantrums, whatever you want to call it, where he is uncontrollable.

Everything is a blur after my daughter was murdered, and I don't remember what I said to who.

I told her, just stay calm and not let it get to her.

I brush her hair back from her forehead. "You need to stop worrying about everything that can't be controlled." She signs and leans away from my hand, "That's just it, though. It's all I can think about anymore. It's like this fixation I have no control over which makes no sense because Im fixated on controlling the uncontrollable." She's breathing wildly. Shit. I need to calm her down.

Love is like a fire, he decided. You could try to control it, but it wasn't always possible. Sometimes the flames burned you and sometimes they just warmed you from the inside out.

Whatever they call me, I know I'm a very fortunate man.