Sometimes...Fast Forward, Let Go
I feel so horrible thinking this, but...
Sometimes... I kind of wonder. I wonder what he's thinking when he looks at us, and knows that his own mother will live longer than he. Sometimes... It kind of just hits. It hits that he has possibly only a year and then he's gone too, then I lose him too, and I start to shake and I just can't stop and I hate it because when that happens... I can't cry, It's like it hurts too much and tears won't do any good. And at those...
