I cried this morning while cooking my son breakfast. Thinking children like in the pic don't eat at all. I can't stop thinking about what happened to him.

I beat myself up wondering why I slept through him taking his last breath that night...then realize if he hadn't died, I eventually would have.

I was a prick, please forgive me. Even though I tried so hard I can't forget you, I love you. I dont deserve someone so beautiful in everyway. Im so sorry.

My parents and sister are Jehovah's Witnesses and haven't spoken to me in 13 years because I am disfellowshipped. I tell people they died. Inside it hurts.

Love knows no bounds. One day baby, one day.