Why Fathers Die Before Mothers Not because they are weaker. Not because they love less. But because they burn out faster - burning everything they are just to light the path for their family. Fathers carry weight no one sees. They fight battles no one claps for. They are the invisible scaffolding of every family - the ones who work in silence, bleed in silence, and often suffer in silence. They pay school fees, buy baby food, skip meals, and smile through storms. They work long hours, stretch themselves thin, and still come home with arms open - just to be told they're not doing enough. Then comes the day when strength begins to fail. Their hands can no longer lift, their steps no longer lead. And just like that, the spotlight shifts. The woman he supported, the one who saw it all, steps in as the hero. And the children, oh, the children, forget. They forget who paid the price in silence. Who stayed up late calculating how to keep the lights on. Who broke so they could shine. They forget because the father never shouted. Never begged to be seen. He just did what needed to be done. Every. Single. Day. And so he fades, not because he was less, but because he gave more. More than his words could express. More than his body could bear. Until one day, there's nothing left to give. This is why fathers die before mothers. Because they already gave their life, long before death came knocking. So today, if your father is still alive, call him. Thank him. Hug him. Celebrate him. Because real heroes don't wear capes. They wear tired eyes, worn-out shoes, and a heart full of quiet love. Selah ✌️