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二月 17, 1996
 
The day my son was born.
I remember it like it was yesterday, it was late afternoon when he decided it was time to come into this world. I took his mother to the hospital and literally within an hour he came into this world. While the Dr was busy doing the other things, I sat and talked to him for the first time, he was perfect in every way. He lay there very peacefully as I talked to him, he must have been listening to every word, because funnily enough, after that. I was the only one that could ever sooth him. He was my son.
六月 26, 2015
 
Cry The day my son died.
Does it really matter how he died? Death is final, there is no rerun, no do over, no "oops!". It is FINAL! My heart is as shattered as the day I found him, I will never be the same again, I feel as though I can never see any joy in life again. It hurts, ...
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