I miss my kid. I miss the kicks to let me know he was here with me. I hate I wasn't granted the chance to hear him laugh, cry...just to see him open his eyes. I hate that I didn't appreciate those moments with him, until it was too late. It wasn't in God's plans. He is in a better place, but I can't help but to wonder...
Am I the reason you are not here?
For that, I don't think I could ever forgive myself.
Appreciate every moment.
Every second of it.