Another quiet day...

Dear Nicky,

If we didn't have the pain of knowing what we seem to know, today would've been just an ordinary day, like all the ones before we got that bit of bad news. Your mom read manuscripts and went to get a facial. I vacuumed and washed a bunch of clothes. It was a sunny day, and not too cold. Everything seemed normal on the surface, but every now and then, our grief poked through the cracks. This is hard for us, but we don't blame you. We're pretty scared. We just want you well. God hear our prayers for you.

Love,
Dad