Happy 21st Anniversary

Well, we don't have much to show for our time: one grown son and two baby girls in the cemetery. But we made it without homicide or suicide, and we're not drinkers. Not bad, all things considered.

It's been such a sad couple of days. Father's Day was just so bitter for me. I'm so angry that Anne had to die; that God wrote such a shitty plan for me. I mean, come on--cut me a break! To top it off, my journal this morning was just not what I wanted to hear from someone who certainly has no clue about what my life might be like. Brian & I discussed it and came to the conclusion that she'd never stomach the shoes I've been wearing; ever. Why God didn't I get a happy baby ending? Why did you take her from me too? Please help me get through the next couple of weeks without hurting myself; please...