During the funeral planning, my wife came up to me in tears and told me we lost a son.
We would have had a boy. A boy that would have brought a lot of tears and happiness to my dad. I so wanted to place my son into his lap and let my baby gaze at his grandfather. Now, both are gone.
It's just another piece of the puzzle that dropped into a cloudy picture.
Man, it's heavy - lose a girl, a boy, and now a father.