Seventeen and Pregnant

~ Epilogue ~

Never did I think my life would end up here.

I got pregnant with twins at seventeen.

I was kicked out of my home by my own mother when she found out I was pregnant.

Gave birth just after my eighteenth birthday.

I lost my second dad in the thanksgiving shootings.

I got married to the love of my life a month after I turned nineteen.

I gave birth a second time at twenty two. A perfect boy. Beckett.

At twenty four I watched my best friends get married.

When I was twenty six I gave birth to my first planned baby. Kallen.

The same year I watch my brother in law, Tom, destroy his life with alcohol and drugs.

The following year I watched him receive a one year sober badge.

At thirty I held my best friends hand as she gave birth.

At thirty one I found out I was pregnant again.

At thirty two I gave birth to my second girl. Lindy.

At thirty four I'm standing next to my husband as we watch our oldest babies graduate high school.

At thirty seven we were back watching Beckett graduate.

At forty I became a grandmother. And again at forty two. And again at forty five. And again at forty eight. Apparently Arlos swimmers are strong.

At forty four my youngest son graduated high school. Just.

At fifty my baby graduated.

At fifty two I had no kids left at home.

Three months after I turned fifty nine my husband retired. Arlo took over the business with his wife.

By the time I reached sixty I had eight grand babies. Four from Arlo, two from Willow, one from Beckett and one from Kallen.

At sixty five Lindy gave me my last grand baby.

When I was seventy I lost the love of my life. My children lost their father. My grandchildren lost their 'grandpapi'

He died in my arms.

At seventy two I lay in a hospital surrounded by five children and their children as I take my last breath. Ready to join the love of my life.