.. So last night I ended up crying inmthe bathroom of Outback steak house because My father died half way through my pregnancy, and he didnt even know he was a grandfather. I didnt know at the time either.. Im 21. I wasnt ready to lose him, and I still feel like it was yesterday..
Watching my husbands father Tom hold him.. He always calms down in his arms. I said He loves you to him.. then paused. I almost followed that with Im glad he does, because he only has one now. 😢.. After I came back from the bathroom I lied and said my nose bugged me. His mother then, after being a spitefull cunt all april, continueously kept bringing it up when Micah cried "Oh he misses his grand dad you should pick him up Tom" and wouldnt shut the fuck up. I was in so much pain. His mother has a expiration date, and God had to take my poor father who was healthy. and had all the time in the world still to have fun, and be here.. but a blood clot took him away. Its not fair.. But I everytime I look at my son, Insee that my father is still here in him. In his eyes, his nose.. His face, and So I smile. My child makes me smile, and makes me feel better about it all. God have mercy on her soul, for it is bitter, and she deserves nothing more than my fathers fate..