"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"I am not ashamed that this happened to me. That was one of my motivations for getting the tattoo in the first place—I really think it's healing to be able to talk about it."
"I don’t want you to think I am crazy. I just HAD to take this in for a moment. I even called my wife.’ Puzzled, I asked him, ‘What’s wrong?’ When he had turned over the cards, he saw the names of my babies... I looked at him with complete shock and utter disbelief."
"I was at the lowest point in my life...by a mile. We’re talking fetal position on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. Drinking very heavily every night just to be able to fall asleep."
