Jennifer moved out of her mom's home and has had several jobs. She told me last week her mom has cancer and she is moving back home with her. Jennifer is pregnant. I always tell him if it is good or bad. Every day seems longer.
Every night seems shorter.
My heart is very heavy. It is pain, loneliness and failure. It is wondering when and where we failed you and forces us to see how we have failed ourselves. It is missing you every minute of every waking hour and praying for sleep that never comes. I could have told you I loved you and maybe you would still be here.