My son died

I've changed my mind. Or maybe it is just different today than when I wrote about this a few weeks ago. My son died. This horrible thing happened to him. This horrible thing happened to me. The thing is that my son died. And so that's the end? No, that isn't the end at all. My son is dead. My son died. And nothing much makes sense anymore. But I'm trying. For him. For all the others that he wanted to save.