Grandpa I Can't Breathe
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This morning I flew to Dallas, to see my son and his wife Alice,
and to hold my grandson for the very first time.
In dreams I had many years ago, I'm holding a child I did not know, but It's a child I that obviously loved.
Over and over I watched him die, with no breath in him left to cry, his mouth is open as he stared straight up at me.
Back then I did not realize that the child I held had my eyes, and that my choices had contributed to my grandson's death.
Selfish decisions made by us today, are made for us, but our kids will pay, and that isn't fair, but that's the way it is.