Holding on
Sometimes I'm so full of self loathing, that every minute of every day, I'm battling the urge to lay down and spend the rest of eternity with the boy I wish I was holding in my arms, only due to a loving, beautiful wife and caring children that keeps me holding on to the world and not letting go. As little children we are told 'big boys don't cry' but knowing now that big boys do more than just cry but spend their lives battling the darkness. So one day I will hold my baby once more.. Sleep tight George my heart want you back home in our lives. xx
