I came over to my girlfriends' house.
She's dead. The baby was wailing.
My baby boy is here with me.
I'm 48, not in the best of health.
But I must keep on.
Loren is going to need me for at least the next 18 years.
I was going to ask her to be my wife.
I wanted to spend the rest of my days with her.
Now I'll spend the rest of my life without her.
Her third son, along with the two in custody of her ex husband, will never get to know his mother.
Indeed, at 8 months old, he'll barely even have known her.
My heart is breaking, It's a different feeling from the chest pains I have been having.
pray for me and Loren in days to come.....