today im doing perfectly fine son, just thinking about camera and lenses and writing my next script, I miss you alot jacob, next month u will be 8 months, and nine, i wish u will still alive baby, im sorry if i made your mother unhappy, i have tears rolling down my cheeks, we made so much plans for your arrival, and I miss talking to you, where your in your mommy's tummy, I will lay on the bed talking to her belly, and saying i can't wait to see you baby, and i will miss you when u travel back home to Cali, In April I didn't know, It was the last and final time i saw you, I know you were only a fetus, you were mine to call, I can hear your mom yelling at me and blaming me for your death, its none of our faults, the current mood is your mom said she sending me back stuff, and her new address, im crying, and my heart is heavy

imu

papa