It's not that I can't breathe. It's that my body is making me breathe. And each breath is torture. And each breath is one he will never take. I love you Jak. Oh God, how I love you.
Neither Tim or I could sleep this morning. So we cried. And laughed. We listened to music Jak loved. And some we think he would have loved had we thought to share it with him. We talked about the thin
