I think about Peter everyday. My heart literally sinks every time I think about the sorrow he must have felt. About the fear and pain that he had grown to realize would happen everyday. I torture myself by imagining what his life must have been like. I wish I could stop but a sick part of me doesn't want to feel like I am abandoning him. I've literally feel sick when I think about what he must have gone through and I "miss" him even though I never knew him, met him or even lived in the same country as him. I guess maybe it's b/c I have a son who is approximately the same age as he would have been. I don't know. I wish I could somehow escape this heartache that I feel everyday for a little boy who has been gone for over 2 1/2 years now. Why do i feel this way? 

Jax26 Jax26
36-40, M
May 5, 2010