I can't say how sharp i feel grief. I can't say how often or for how long. I can't ignore you and I'm not strong enough to remember you as often as I do. Sometimes I cry for you so hard my ribs ache and tears dry up. There's such a bitterness to your memory I'm trying hard to pretend isn't there. That every piece of you was sweet. That I used all of our short time together well. Is that true? Did I hold you enough? Did I kiss you enough? No. I didn't and I couldn't. I would've stayed in that room and on that bed until the end of time. I wish I was still there and still with you. If I could go back I'd never leave. I couldn't, not again. I don't know how to tell you that I'm sorry but I am PJ. I'm so sorry. I miss you all the time. ❤️
Happy Father's Day to all the great dads. But mostly to you Kyle Chandler. Cause I bet you're just the best.
I have never loved anything as fiercely as I have loved her. Everyone who has a child should be hoping that your kid is as sweet, friendly, courageous, hilarious, and brave as mine. I don't know what on this green earth I have ever done right to get the unique opportunity to guide her through life and help mold her to be kind, humble, caring, and sweet but I'm glad she doesn't need much help. Some days I think she's the one teaching me, other days I'm sure of it.