The boys and I watched Nine Lives. Jackson said he missed his daddy. I started crying. They started asking questions…where will they go if I die? Will we have another momma? I’m going to miss you, they say. I’m not even dead yet.
I’m crying my eyes out. They’ve been through so much. I don’t want them to have to go through anymore. I pray we all live long lives and they don’t have experience these things.