Daniel

As I sit here and deal with my loss,I can't help but feel the pain of not having you here with me,you meant so much to me,I look back on our life together to see you struggling with who you were alway's trying to find your place in this world never knowing if you belonged just wanting to be a part of something,alway's thinking the world owed you,never wanting to face facts you owed the world,you choose to take the path that so many before you and so many after you,to quick money never thinking that you would pay with your life in the end,and we would pay for the rest of our lives for our loss of your love,how I hated the fact that you chose to play with the devil seeing the many times he left you,once you were on your knees with no one beside you except GOD,I alway's ask myself why did it have to be this way,why must a family suffer like this,why must a mother ask what did I not do for him,why did he have to do this I miss him so much,why must a mother now write to her sons grave to tell him how much he is loved and missed,why must a mother spend her time now at his grave to now spend her hours talking to him thru his burial why must this be her way to find peace,why must you be gone?