It was a blur. Everything from the hospital visits, to the moment he was in at that point. He paced up and down outside the delivery ward. His hope and prayer was for everything to be okay. *** God's will had been done. It was expected for everyone to understand that God makes things work out for those who trust him. *** The past had to remain as exactly that, history, yet he felt like he couldn't part with it. That past had been his everything, yet he was expected to forget it as if it was never there.