Sometimes

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
Sometimes