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For my husband –
I know how hard this was to write. And I know how much harder it was to live. I’ve been there – spinning on the sidewalk lost in an impotent rage.
But you are so damned strong for us – for all of us – that I forget.
I forget that no matter how broad your shoulders may be, they eventually buckle under the weight you silently carry.
I forget that you cry at 3 am.
I forget that you feel every bit of this too.
I love you, babe. And I’m proud of you. For being strong and even more for knowing that you don’t always have to be.
We’ll get thru this.
And so will our girl.
One step, one conversation, one damn blue bulb at a time.
For the legion of fathers who live this too.
You are not alone.