Life after death is so hard. I have to force the thoughts of his death out of my mind to keep my sanity.
I miss him so much. It hurts to think about him being gone forever. I know it is the truth, but I can only let myself feel it a bit at a time.
My baby is gone from this life. He was so young! He didn’t deserve to die this way. He had an entire life ahead of him, and so much potential. Such a smart, handsome, growing boy.
I can’t stand the sound of trains.
No matter what anyone says to me, they make me sick. I used to love trains, and didn’t mind the sound multiple times a day at all. I got so used to it I rarely even noticed it anymore.
Now I hear it miles away. That awful horn. I hate it so much.
I wish I could stay here… but I can’t.
The sounds, the sights, the smells. It’s too much for my heart. It hurts me.