My heart bleeds as it is slit through
My son of 11 yrs was killed by a rash bus driver on December 22, 2011. I cannot come to terms with this incident, Parzan my son and his friend were returning home when a reckless bus driver knocked my poor angel on the road only to die. My son was so much of fun loving, lively, intelligent and all good quality a father would want in his only son. As I saw his mutilated face on that day, it shocked me so bad, the site just keeps coming in front of my eyes and will not let me live. No matter what the world says I still want to hold my son back in my arms, love him as I always did and hear his sweet talks that would go on. During bed time Parzan would narrate the entire day incidents of his school and go on and on. Today there is so much of a vacuum in the house that I dread to go back home from office. I see his pictures on the wall and just can't control the tears rolling down. I have an elder daughter and life is cruel as it compels me to live for her - my heart is slit into two, a portion that is cut and left to bleed with salt as I grieve for my son and then I have to continue to love my daughter as she occupies a place in my heart. I really do not know how to live or come out of this situation.