Papa Fender

15 days ago, my husband, my baby and I put all of our belongings in storage and moved in with my mom and my stepdad, to live with them until further notice while we house hunted.

5 days ago, my stepdad had a heart attack at work and died.

He died. We lost him. We lost our Papa Fender.

My son is going to be 10 months old this week. He loved his Papa Fender. He loves his daddy, and his Mama Lili (my mother), and his Papa Fender. Those were the 3 people he would go to with open arms and not want to come back to me.

And now he's gone. He's gone and he's gone.