Last night...

[kickouthegloom]

I had to keep holding up your face and cowered in the corner of the bed because your heart was beating so fast. The silence is what killed me most... you'd go from snoring heavily and the room would fall silent, I'd touch your chest and it wasn't moving... seconds later you'd start gasping. This happened all throughout the night. I couldn't stop thinking 'What if he dies right now?' Who would I call? How would I get a hold of them?

Then amazingly enough, at 12... when he was supposed to be at work... he gets up, calls himself an idiot and stumbles out of the front door as I watch speechless.

Happy Birthday, Bill.