It hurts to read this all again because it hurts to know what that terrible cancer beast was doing to him.
I was telling Hubby the other night about another blog I have begun reading. The woman had lost her son, but I couldn't figure out how. Then one day she posted a link where she talked the accident in which during a torrential downpour he was swept away in a raging creek while playing with some friends.
I've said before that I live in fear of freak accidents, now more than ever. At least I knew what was coming. At least I had time to say good-bye.