Death is light as a feather.

Duty is heavier than mountains.

I fear the loss of my father.

I fear the fall of a hero.

Carrying my father to his grave.

He will lay light as a feather.

Carrying him will be heavy as a mountain.

Yet

My death is heavier than mountains.

Not light as a feather.

Living for my son is my duty.

If duty is heavier than mountains…

I will never be light as a feather.

Ironic.

Just how it is.