Back in the mid 80's my first wife and i lost two children. Tanya lived for three hours. She was born a premee. A year later Cody was born he lived for six and a half months. He was also a premee. The doc's at the tme said sorry and have a nice life. This caused me to drink alot and i turned my back to God. My first wife and i have gone our separate ways.
Now years later i am in a relationship with someone and het daughter has givin us two wonderful boys.
My concern now is that i am feeling sad for all of the years i have missed out on not having my own kids. And never once being called dad. I get depressed about all the wasted yearsand how much time i have left. Yes i know i am middle aged but in my line of work (funeral home) i see them come in all the time younger than i