You who could not stand to hurt the smallest of creatures, how could you end your life so violently? You who knew that I could not stand to see an injured animal, how could you leave me to find my heart and soul in a pool of blood? Oh my God! Please just don’t let this be real, or please let me escape the images and the pain.
Yet I know in my heart that in your darkest hour that morning, you did not wish to hurt me. I just have to believe this. Today I don’t see any way to keep living, but I must because of our son. How I would love to sleep forever and let the pain go.