My youngest son had a tooth ache that gave him a chipmunk cheek. He was five hours away at school. His roommate called me to let me know. When I finally talked to my son he admitted that the tooth had hurt for a while, but he didn't say anything because he didn't want anyone to work on him but his daddy.
My baby had been hurting for months because his daddy had been the only dentist he had ever had.
His pain broke my heart.
His grief broke my heart.
It was a heartbreaking day.
The doctor that bought my husband's practice graciously worked on my son for several hours today and got him out of pain and formulated a treatment plan to handle this problem. I am fortunate that he treats us like family.
But my heart is still broken that my son misses his father so much.
You never get over losing your daddy.
I know from experience.