Missing my son
I lost my son on December 21, 2010. He was my first born, was 32 years old and the father to my only grandchild. He died eight days following a horrible MVA. A day does not go by that I do not think about him. I cry from the pain I feel in my heart and would gladly have given my life to have saved his.
I want to hear his voice, see his blue eyes, and hug him. There are so many things about his death that I need to know but in my heart I know that I may never know these things.
Children are the greatest gift from God, so I wonder was I not a good parent?