We had a house full Jack

Saturday Febuary the 25th


Dear Jack

If someone had told me this time last week that I would have been writing this letter to you I would have called them insane and ignored them, but here I sit typing on this damm(Ear Muffs Jack) computer, this letter to my son who I cannot hold or touch.
As you probably seen today we had a lot of people stop by our apartment to say how sorry they were that you were not with us, and I think they were trying to make us feel better (and fatten us up with all kinds of comfort food). They had kind words and warm embraces, your uncle Paul hugs real hard (It makes me feel better). I was kinda glad when they all left so your mom and I could be alone again and cuddle up together and talk about you.
As I stood over your empty crib tonight holding your Winnie The Pooh toy I thought of you and what I would have done if you were in your crib and you had started crying. I know at least 2 things, if you were crying you would have either been hungry or needed your little new born diaper changed. I know how to change a diaper, but I would have had to hand you over to your mother for the feeding part of the duties (I think your mom’s feeling sad right now because she has the means to feed you but your not here to have some). I’m tired Jack, I’m so confused, I look at your picture on the cabinet and wonder where you have gone, where are you my son? Please come home to your mom and I.
I have to go back to work sometime but I’m scared to leave your mom alone at home. I know that you will watch over her and take care of her, but still, I’m scared.

I’m gonna call it a night
Love ya buddy

Dad