I miss them

This morning I cried while driving into work. Last night i watched bad news bears. It reminded me of my childhood. Back when I played little league baseball. Which reminded me of my nephews. I helped raise those kids for almost their entire lives. I learned to be a father figure to travis back when I was only in 6th grade. I miss jr staying up with me and falling asleep in my arms. I miss comforting Jeremiah every time mom left for work. I miss watching Travis learn to ride a bike, or swing a bat, or play his first video game. I miss making dinner for them. I miss their bad attitudes and occasional tantrums. hell, i miss changing their diapers. I miss their smiles. I miss their frowns. I miss looking into their eyes and seeing the perfect image of innocents and childhood dreams. I miss being a father.