It goes with out saying....I miss this. today, yesterday, tomorrow, forever.
A month ago this past Sunday, 9-19-10, was the last time I got to hold him.
for the rest of my life. till I die, and get to be with him again, and hold him.
that's a long time. I hate this.
end of story.
it's times like this, out of no where usually that I want to ask 'why?'
but I can't. and I know that. but sometimes I wish I could.