So many of the alleged details in the case made my stomach churn, and although I knew it was an important case to follow I just couldn’t it was so sickening.
I know the feeling. My newest grandson was born Saturday night, way ahead of schedule. 2 lbs, 14 oz. He’s so tiny and so beautiful. He’s real, he’s a person, he has a name, he’s somebody! He’s MY grandson, he’s tough, and he’s going to make it, damn it!
I stood there yesterday looking at his little hands and feet, watching his breathing and kicking, and I thought about someone like this devil-spawn trying to hurt him and I knew I would gladly give my life before I’d ever let it happen. I’m a grumpy old grampa but I’ve been crying like a baby for two days, when I’m not praying, that is.
Anyone who wants to say a prayer for little Ewan Michael, please, he’s going to need all the help he can get. Thank you.