He would’ve been a terrible father. I mean, you think I’m a terrible mom? I am, but he would’ve been even worse. He was happy to hear that you were on the way, though. He was. I think it was the last thing he was happy about. And I tried to hold on to that and feel it, too. Happy that you’re here. But with his being gone, I can’t remember why I had you. I loved him so much. When I close my eyes, I still see him there.