The day my daughter was born into the world. It was a bittersweet moment in a woman's life. The moment some women wait years of heartache and impatience over.
I however was lucky enough to conceive easily and it was a quick delivery. As I lay there with Amber's head on my chest, I couldn't have been happier.
But then there was a little tinge of sadness deep inside my heart as I was painfully reminded that my father would not be here to see this milestone.
My mother and I were not on speaking terms and even though she would eventually come around, it was still a hard pill to swallow. "Grandpa would have loved you little bean.
" I remembered the good with the bad. The anger and the silly memories. His famous pasta and sauce that I can still taste even just in my memories.
"Miss Beth?" would you like me to take Amber for a bit so you can rest?" The sentence brought me back to earth. I hadn't even noticed a tear that rolled down my cheek. "um yea-yes thank you.
" I did my best to paint a fake smile across my face, but the nurse had saw through the facade. "Are you okay miss?" I replied the best way I knew how.
Which consisted of a simple nod. As I watched her close the door behind her, the walls I hadn't even realized were there came crumbling down.
I laid there on my back staring at the cold ceiling letting the tears flow freely as they wished. "You should've been here daddy."