8 Months Old

Hi honey,
Well today you should of been 8 months old. I should be at home right now with you. Taking care of you and your sister while Daddy is at work. Instead I'm writing this thinking about how things should of been and missing you more and more.
I keep seeing your face. How sweet it was and that little freckle on your chin. You know Daddy has one almost in the same place. Except his is a mole. I bet you'd been alot like your Daddy. I wish I could have seen it.
Grandpa and Grandma seem to be better. I'm not sure what's going to happen next. I just hope the drinking stops. I hope they can realize what they are doing to themselves and just grow up. I will do what I can but I can't get involved anymore. They have to figure this one out on their own.
I love you Brody. I miss you so much that I hurt deep down inside. I think the meds help but I know they only mask the pain. I know that I should be happy for you. I just wish we could be happy together is all. Is that so wrong?
~hugs & kiss, little man~

XOXO

Hello my sweet Angel. I love you so much. Not a day goes by without wishing you were here. I hope you can see your Easter stuff that we left for you. Your sister gave you a toy dog and she left you a note in your card. She wishes she could have played with you. I do too. Your Daddy really is trying to do what's right. I worry about him. He never does for himself. I try to do everything I can for your Daddy but I feel like it's not enough.
I'm pretty sure you know what's going on with Grandpa and Grandma. I pray that they'll stop but it never does. I just talked to Grandma and she says she wants it to work but I'm scared that they're making a mistake. Please help them Brody. I've tried but they won't listen to me.
I'll be by to see you after work. I love you...xoxo