The saddest part of life is when the person who gave you the best memories becomes a memory. Writing about my son is the hardest thing for me. My emotions take over all the time when I’m trying to speak about him. It’s been six long years, with tears and frustration and begging for forgiveness. I wish to forgive myself for letting this rage and evil thoughts taking over myself. Tonight I’ve raised a glass of wine in my son memorial, for his smile and warm eyes. Cheers my Angel.
Every year it becomes harder.
I want to answer back to everyone that acknowledge my pain and my struggles today.
Thank you for being there for me.
Thank you for the hugs,kisses and good words. (I cope by writing)
