ABSTRACT
I have never seen my son’s face. Nor have I ever laid eyes on my wife’s beautiful smile. If I wanted to be really dramatic, that alone would be enough to make me stick my Glock 9 millimeter in my mouth and blow my brains out. I have found that never seeing my son laugh or even our dog’s furry mug is reason to feel deeply sorry for myself, if I let it. Never experiencing the look of love in my wife’s eyes as she looks at me so sad.
