Tuesday, June 22, 2010

My Son

Huh. Where to begin. I still can't believe my son is gone. He was a bright, imaginative boy, always excelling in school. The night he died the rest of us had gone out to diner, but Andrew stayed home because he was feeling sick. Ah, I can hardly type this without tearing up. All that I remember after we first saw the fire trucks and smoke is the pain and anguish I felt.

I cried myself to sleep for two nights after it happened. But I'm getting better. I can at least get through the day now, but if I think about him for long I can't help but cry. -Elie

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