Watching other fathers around the dreary old town, as their push the prams, whiles dashing from shop to shop, buying needless presents and playing at being a happy family. They will never know the pain of losing someone who life was so linked to your own. Once a year ago, I was that dad and now my life is full of the pains and hurt.
I want to shout STOP and look at me “the meaning of your everything is sleeping in that pram and not the burden you say they are”, what I would give to see my baby George in my arms again.
George I miss you so, xxx