getfighted

Never in my entire life have I wished I could take the hurt away from somebody any more than I do now.
My mom called me about an hour ago and told me that my brothers girlfriend lost her baby. My potential niece or nephew. Their first grandchild.
If anybody knew my brother for even a second, they would know how much he wanted this, how much he's always wanted a child, and how much he still does.
I'll be the first to admit, I didnt think it was a good idea when I first found out, I thought the timing could have been better, a whole world of things could have been different, but I started to embrace the fact that my brother was so excited and happy to become a father. No matter what doubts I had, he just made it to apparent to me that this was the right thing for him. For them. For everybody.
Im trying to be strong for him, but it's so hard when I know he feels like it's the end of the world.
Just this morning we were talking about names, and he was telling me what stage of the development the baby was in, and about sonograms, and all these things he read in his book. My brother never picked up a book a day in his life.
I hate to think that there are millions of shitty fathers out there. Men who dont even deserve to be called men are fathering children, and the one person I know who deserves it the most has it all taken away.
I just have to keep telling him, and myself that everything happens for a reason. Nobody can see it now, but everything gets better in time.

A quick bullet, a tough one to dodge and no one ever does.
It cuts fast and deep, keeps you from sleep and you just have to let it bleed.
If I could sing words to help, you know I would and it would end the pain.
But you will have to let this make you stronger.
Difficult to overcome.
The name of a ghost still dancing on our tongues.
So bittersweet, these memories... I wish they could have taken me.
Struggle through tough times and destroy all your fears.

Don't let this win over you.