This story is going to be about Elijah, his mother and his low life dad.
The day Elijah was born Penny (my girlfriend at the time) and I were the first ones to the hospital. When we got to the room she was in the door was closed and the nurse caught us at the door and said John (the father) and my daughter were talking and could we wait a few minutes.
We stood outside the door a few minutes and all we could hear was him yelling at her for having him. He had wanted her to have an abortion. I was pissed and finally just walked in and told him to get the fuck out of here and don't come back till we leave.
We started getting Elijah when he was 2 weeks old and would get him for the weekend every 2 weeks and sometimes we would just go get him whenever. He was my pride and joy.
We went and got him the weekend before we left to go to Gettysburg for our vacation and a few hours before his mother came to pick him up I laid him on my chest on the couch and we took a nap together. It would be the last time I would get to hold him while he was alive.
We got back from our vacation July 13th and was supposed to go get him but we were tired so we decided to wait till the following weekend. I have since that day regreted not going to pick him up and have always believed he would still be with us if we had got him. I will probably live with that thought til the day I die.
Sunday July 15th we just lounged around the house. I was watching TV and my girlfriend and her daughter were out back in the pool. The phone rang at around 2:30 and within 30 seconds Penny was screaming and crying. I jumped up and met her at the back door and she said " Elijah is dead".
I stood there in silence and disbelief thinking this can't be real. Then my body went numb and I felt like my heart just broke in half.
We rushed to the hospital and they took me to the room where they had tried to bring him back to life. He still had the tube in his nose. My ex wife was holding him and I was shaking so bad I had to sit down.
She passed him to me and I just started crying like I had never cried before. He really was gone. I wasn't dreaming this.
I will put the story of how he was found in another blog because this is pretty long already.
At the funeral his dad put on a good show like he was really heartbroken and he never had much to do with him when he was alive. I was outside sitting with family when John and a friend of his stepped outside (he didn't see me) and the first words out of his mouth were " I can't wait till this is over so we can go party"
My first thoughts were "oh no he didn't just say that" and the next thing I remember was being held down on the ground by 2 uncles and I was screaming I will kill you you SOB. I had gone into a blind rage so if they had not stopped me I may have really killed him.
He was cremated the next day which I was not happy about and that is another story. I miss him every day and always will.
Sorry for the long story
