Fate has arrived. I couldn’t stop it. I tried, attempted in vain to ward off the imminent imminence. The deluge of sadness and miserable misery, which follows the confession, the admission of the heavy burden of shameful sadness and sorrow. Again, I am powerless. It is a long slow sadness, a realization which flows though my very essence, and I now am forced with the recognition of the departure of that which I could never save.