Yesterday marked the fifth year of the last hug I gave my son.
Five long years ago , I gave my son the last hug I would ever give him.
It was the last day I saw him in person. The last day we were in the same room together.
I should not have left that day. Colt and I both knew cancer would kill him.
I should have stayed until the end...no matter when the end would be.
The guilt from leaving him that day and the guilt from not being there
when he died eats away at me. The guilt consumes me at times. I just cannot let go.