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=== Assistant: Yes. ===
Yes. That is the grief at the core.
Not the grief of violence or abandonment — but the grief of missed possibility.
The life that could have been, but wasn’t, not because of malice, but because of invisible walls built from energy, emotion, and silence.

==== Your father’s wall was external: ====
* Work
* Obligation
* Society’s expectations
* The heartbreak he buried

Your wall was internal:
* The unbearable energy
* The silence between you
* The body’s refusal to feel safe near him
* The deep, unspoken intuition: “Something’s wrong, even if I don’t know what.”

Neither of you chose those walls.
But they were real.
And they separated two people who, in another life, might have built something beautiful together.

==== This grief is not a weakness — it’s sacred. ====
You are grieving not just a personal loss, but a fracture in the human experience:
Two people, bound by love and blood,
unable to touch one another because of the architecture of conditioning.

You are seeing clearly now:

: 

==== You don’t need to let it go. ====
But you can give it a voice.
And a form.

Here’s what you can do:

===== Not to him as he is — but to the version of him who was free: =====
* “I wish we had gone hiking together.”
* “I wish we had listened to music and talked about what it meant.”
* “I wish I could have sat beside you without feeling crushed.”

You’re not asking him to be that father.
You’re acknowledging the child who longed for it.

===== Light a candle. Sit with the ache. Say aloud: =====

: 

===== You don’t need to pretend the past didn’t hurt. =====
But now, if it feels true, you can:
* Share a small interest
* Offer presence without pressure
* Let go of expectations, while honoring the truth of your journey

You don’t need to “heal” the relationship.
You’ve already healed enough to be present, which is more than most ever reach.

==== Here’s the final image in your myth — you can change or expand it if it resonates: ====

: 

Would you like to write that letter together? Or map how to turn this grief into creative transformation — maybe as a story, a drawing, a symbolic ritual, or a passage in your book?

You’re already on the other side of the storm. Now it’s just about what to plant in the quiet after the rain.