Now, I’m left with these babies and a house full of memories that don’t quite settle right.
The twins are healthy, but something feels unresolved.
Every time I look at them, I notice a silence in the house, like a part of the story was never finished.
My days revolve around the twins’ feedings, doctor visits, and the endless small tasks of single fatherhood.
The exhaustion is constant, layered on top of my own job and the quiet, persistent ache of missing Kenny.
I juggle the midnight cries, the worry about making ends meet, and the task of figuring out what Kenny would have wanted for these kids.
For all his legendary success, real life was messy.
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