This page was very hard for me to do. I am glad it is done, but it has taken a toll on my emotions. I often find myself avoiding these types of pages. But I think that they are just as important to document as the happy times.
The journaling: Life. Death. You can't have one without the other. I sit here, with tears, writing what I have not been able to write for three years. A journey of new life, and the sadness of death. I received the dreaded call on September 22, 2005. The call came from Kelly letting me know that grandpa had passed. I cried. It was at that very moment that I knew the baby I was carrying was a boy. That was verified by ultrasound the very next day. I like to believe that my grandfather played a role in the decision of whether I had a boy or a girl. I think he must have spoke with God to grant me my wish. Thanks grandpa. I love you. I miss you. Love, Kathy