Harlen and I just got home from dropping True off at football camp at BYU and leaving the rest of the kids at Nana's and Papa's for 4 days. It is incredible how quiet my house is. I miss them but it makes me miss Loughlin even more. He loved going to Utah. He had a great friend down in Mapleton. He would have loved to go to camp at BYU. The gnawing is almost unbearable. I feel so horrible still about the accident. I feel such a responsibility for his death. I know in my heart it was an accident but it is so hard not having him with us. Our family hardly did anything when we weren't together. There is always an empty chair, a voice missing, a piece of our heart that is gone, that can never be replaced.
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