I feel like I want to share my son with you. I have tears in my eyes and I don’t Wish to imagine what this feels like, but I do, and that’s what brings me to tears. Because it’s every mother’s fear, that they outlive their child. Oh I feel so deeply for you right now and am so very sorry you have had this to go through. There are hugging energy tentacles moving through my fingers to my phone, through the internet and to you, wrapping you in a warm and caring mother’s embrace. And I feel the wreck of the body’s weeping convulses, because no one ever wants this. Of this, I am certain. You are loved and cared for. This is the hardest thing.