Whenever I think of my son and I see his face in my other children, I think of his lost potential. Would he be sweet and sensitive like our eldest or funny and smart like our youngest? Our kids are our lives and the happiness and joy they gift us with every day is something that I feel strongly that we lost with our angel.
-Kenny Chesney
It ain't fair you died too young
Like a story that had just begun
The death tore the pages all away
God knows how I miss you
All the hell that I've been through
Just knowing no one could take your place
Sometimes I wonder who you'd be today
Like a story that had just begun
The death tore the pages all away
God knows how I miss you
All the hell that I've been through
Just knowing no one could take your place
Sometimes I wonder who you'd be today
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