Feeling so emotional today about my baby girls not growing up with their daddy. If he had left us I could atleast hope that one day he would be in their lives and I could be mad at him for leaving. But he was taken from us by this cruel world, so I'm angry at the damn world because all they will have is me. I am so tired of being angry but I can't help it. I'm angry at everyone around me whining about their crappy days or how their husbands did something wrong... Atleast they are still alive. Atleast they can still go to sleep next to those husbands at night and hold their hand and kiss them. All I get to do is look at his pictures and miss him..