You can only attend your own funeral so many times before you stop resurrecting for people who never came to mourn. Sometimes the closest ones only arrive to bring another shovel.
What do you bring to the table?
Nothing.
I provide. I plan. I fix what’s broken. I pay the bills on time.
I drive to where they need to be, teach them to stand up straight, to tell the truth and to work hard.
I protect.
I lead.
I don’t quit.
I am the fucking table.