I wish that i could carry her

She is so fragile. What if she breaks? The fear. The dread of holding my daughhter. So many tubes, wires. What if they all break? She floats up to heaven no longer having to have a father who's scared to hold her, to touch her, to kiss her good night. She will never be daddy's little girl. This precious girl is product of my horrible genes. What have i done? She's stopped breathing. We're at the funeral. Her mother, my wife crys over the coffin. i wake up from this horrid dream. Oh, how i wish i could carry her.