What the wind blows, brings the sun, this miracle (life from life) of which we are the core.
We are told that we die to be born in the form of the energy of the universe. Your father will surely be the subtle autumn wind that will caress your thoughts, in the spring thaw of the reborn symphonies and even in your love that will fulfill you
We cannot protect what we still don't understand.
I am sure that life is beautiful, God is not wrong.