Tonight I'm sitting here with a very heavy heart. Thought I was more detached than this but I guess sometimes no matter how hard you try it can get to you.
You see my stepson is home visiting. I consider him my son as he lived with me from 3 on. I raised him as mine right along with our other children as they came along.
My son has done well and I'm so proud of him. He is a Marine that just returned from deployment in Afghanistan.
To be fair, I've spent a good amount of time with him and my two grandsons. He is staying with one of my other sons and his wife who live just up the road from me.
Tonight, half my children are at a restaurant at a party for my SS hosted by their father and the ow. I'm having a tough time with this one...
