Wow.

That’s about the only word that I’m left with after reading the last of Josh’s entries.

It’s odd, reading a journal of a single father from afar; I’d never put myself into such a position [or at least I’d like to think that I wouldn’t], but I’ve seen it happen before, and to watch how much this imperfect man–oh, Josh’ll remind you just about every time of his imperfections–try to raise a child just as perfectly as he can. It’s heart-rending, I tell you, but almost … necessary, in a way.