Today my son would have been 33 years old. In one month it will be 2 years since his death. I need to visit his grave and talk to what may be left of his spirit. Today is a hard day for me so I am going to keep it short. There is nothing that I can think of that would be worse than loos of a child. It takes a piece of you away. Living in prison and trying to grieve has been most difficult. I am a private person and I don’t share my troubles or emotions easily. I miss my son every day but today is extra social.
Tonya
