On June twenty third of just this past year{2007},my wife and I were blinded by a crisis.This crisis made me feel every emotion physically and mentally possible.I saw no opportunities,only death.

The phone call came.It was my daughter;"Get to the hospital quick,it's the baby."She was sobbing on the phone.We had no idea,we just raced to the hospital.

I held Jonathan when the emergency room doctor pronounced him gone and with Jesus.I screamed and yelled.He was my grandson;my first and we were so,so close.There was a cut over one eye and a bruise on the other side of his face.

I raced out of that room looking for my daughter's boyfriend.The police grabbed me and held me down.I knew he had killed my eighteen month old grandson.I was broken,beat,and felt there was nothing more in life.I just had no direction.Everything in our lives up until this point had seemed to be going somewhat smooth.

My daughter had Jonathan on July tenth of two thousand and five.The guy she was with left her when she was seven months pregnant.We took her in.Jonathan birth was an excitement I had never felt before.Jonathan and I were inseparable.From day one,when I wasn't at work,I played with him.I worked graveyard shift,so I was able to devote my full attention to him.My goal was to give him way more than I gave even my own children.I wasn't the best of fathers and I wanted that changed with Jonathan.

My daughter was working hard and really wanted to be on her own.My wife is disabled and she just couldn't babysit all the time.I did as much as possible but I had to sleep too.My daughter found people to help watch Jonathan at times.Everything was good,then comes this guy.

My daughter met him at work and was infatuated.When I finally saw him,I wasn't impressed.I found out he was on parole{he had been to prison}I was really put off.My daughter moved in with him.They lived in terrible surroundings and slowly he manipulated her into thinking we didn't love her.He watched Jonathan while she worked.

We worked it out to be able to see Jonathan while his dad had visitation.We noticed signs of abuse and I hot lined child-protective services.They were of no help.The caseworker seemed manipulated by this boyfriend also.She argued with me on behalf of this twenty four year old while I was worried about my grandson who was a baby.

Jonathan had a broken leg at one point that I believe that the boyfriend had something to do with.Somehow he manipulated his way out

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