My 2nd wife's daughter had a baby when she was living with us. Devin was about 2 1/2 and still living with us when Kathy left me. I was so afraid that since I wasn't really his Grandpa that I'd never get to see him again. But Kathy always made sure we got to see each other, she'd even invite me to his birthday parties. When I got this apartment it had an extra bedroom and half bath. Those are his. His Dad works 2nd shift so he comes over for a few hours during the week when he gets out of school. He spends the night here about every other weekend. Best part of it is when he's here, it's just the 2 of us, and I get to be 6 again! I bought him a V-tech and we'll lay on his bedroom floor and play games on it. We play with Lincoln Logs, G.I. Joes, put puzzles together, play games on Nick.com, and chase each other around the house with toy guns, or his sock monkey. When whoever has the monkey catches the other he puts the monkey's butt in his face and hollers 'monkey butt, monkey butt!' We move the coffee table and throw my mattress on the floor, then get the sleeping bags out and watch cartoons till we fall asleep. My emphysema forces me to stop a lot and take a breather, but he's beginning to understand. He's always asking to come and see me and Henry, my canary that lives in his room. You just cannot be depressed when a 6 yr. old sits on your lap, hugs you and says 'I love you Papaw'. That boy is the only thing that keeps me from pulling the plug. Everytime I want to die I think, what are they gonna tell Devin. It's kinda ironic, he's the only reason I'm alive, but I'd give my life for that boy.
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