One year ago today, at 3:15 p.m., I told them it was okay to remove the tube that was breathing for you. I can't imagine anything in life will ever test my strength and restraint as those last hours did. All I wanted was to beg and plead for your life, and instead, I was forced to surrender you, my son, to death.
I am still wandering in the dark, my love. Baffled and broken by what happened to you and the fact that I am still here, without you.