It was the blackest time I had ever known. That kind of grief is a monster that holds you down and it’s very strong and you might as well give up wrestling, you don’t have a prayer, you have to endure it, and all you know in your heart of hearts is that life is one fucking loss after another. You don’t know that for the first forty years or so, but then it dawns on you. Oh, this. Okay. Oh, that too? Then you lose something really big. And the monster grins at you. A god you have confronted. He holds all the power. You’re at his mercy. But mercy’s not the stuff he’s made of. Maggie Maggie Maggie Maggie Maggie Maggie Maggie Maggie Maggie Byrne—