While I miss my son more than words will ever describe and I want to scream and smash things and cry until I die too. Everyone here knows the pain of missing them, knows the endless tears that come with it.
I'm so sorry we all have to be here, I'm sorry we share this common bond. It's not something any of us ever planned, made an entry on a bucket list, we're thrown into it in spite of gender, race, religion, etc.
In the past 3 3/4 years I've come to accept that I didn't do all I could. I have to live with that, and take it to my grave. I can only hope that once I see Tim on the "other side" that he forgives me.
I wish you all a good night's sleep, a little peace in your hearts and minds and a smile when you remember your child.