Yesterday I watched my wife explain to my six year old son that his goldfish "Jorge" died. I have never seen him so upset, huge tears, sobbing, confused, basically decimated by the news. Watched my wife try calming him by talking about Jorge being with God, swimming in heaven, not being sick any more, etc, then pictured her having to do this with three boys day after day after day because their dad died from cancer/Kodiak. Felt a huge wave of guilt the rest of the day. Today the guilt has been replaced by pride, 39 days quit and never touching that shit again.
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