The loss of you hurts, an unimaginable amount. I hold it in thinking if I don't acknowledge your death than my wounds don't exist. I never knew you, or him... it is an odd feeling, grieving parents you never had. Both of you gone has left me numb, I don't feeling anything. Not knowing what you're feeling isn't the same as not feeling anything.... so many questions and thoughts I'll never get to share with you. He was a bad man, he hurt you in a terrible way, you never had a chance with me as the outcome. Events from almost 21 years ago changed 3 peoples lives for ever. He was killed in prison, you died without raising me because of the disgust I reminded you of and I never even had a chance at a life with you.