It is the very wee hours of the morning. I have just finished a night of work, long lonely hours spent, my mind free to wander freely through memories. These times are especially hard for me, though I try to distract myself, it just doesn't work. Grey's death always seems more real this time of day. The Depth of my missing him endless, my heart more empty. I find myself harder pressed to remember the blessings that I still enjoy. My sadness overwhelming.
Oh Grey! Daddy misses you!
Play hard and fly high little man!