By the end of the day, it's another year and no gifts, one more year and nobody knows, one more....
I have lost two kids. Every father's day I save a moment by the end of the day and let myself cry and wonder how it would be to be the father of these kids. I look at my father and my brother and wonder what they're feeling. Don't get me wrong, my marriage sucked, it was hell, but after becoming 30 years old I've been wanting to have a family to call my own, and have kids to teach them things that haven't been taught to me.
I know I'll get there, just needed to put this on a piece of paper.
I"ll pray for you babies, wherever you are.
