One Sentence.
That's how i'm going to start this. My mind is in a million emotions since Colin died so i'm just going to start with one sentence and go with it until i've talked it out. That's the only way I can make sense of everything.
One Sentence also has a deeper meaning for me. Colin had just one. One Sentence. One life of 6 years on this planet basically imprisoned to a wheelchair or some other special needs equipment...all of which I always referred to as his "prison".
My son. My angel. My reason for being on this earth just died. March 13, 2012. He was 6. Six years old and died. And now I get to write about it.
