Sometimes at night after Maya and Norah have gone to bed I spend just a few minutes with Sarah........
Sometimes we sit together in her rocking chair and I sing to her
Sometimes I realize how terrible my voice is, but then I get over it and I keep singing
Sometimes as we sit together, Sarah stares up and me and touches my face
Sometimes I begin to wonder......I wonder what if something happened to me, would she remember this moment of us sitting together, of me singing, of my voice? would she remember me?
Then I begin to wonder what Norah was like as a baby. did she look into her mommy's eyes, did she keep that memory with her? does she remember her voice, her face, her smell?
Sometimes I wonder why this has all happened
Sometimes I wonder what it will be like when Norah has fully realized everything that has happened
Sometimes I wonder why my family
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if Fran were here playing with her grand daughters
Sometimes I wonder what my dad would have been like as a grandpa
Sometimes I wonder if my brother would have gotten married and had children of his own
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like for Carrisa to be a mommy of an almost 3 year old
Sometimes I wonder why everything is always so hard for us
Sometimes I don't have know the answer to Why, I just want to be allowed to wonder
Sometimes I just want to take this moment with Sarah and put it in my pocket and keep it forever