By Wendy : Shywalker

My Dear Son,


I am sending this to you, in the hope that you
have forgiven me. I committed the worse sin imaginable, in your
eyes, I left you. All my excuses mean nothing. They do not
measure in weight; to the weight of your pain, I know that. I
suffer that every day.

I suffer the lose of my love; Annie, who I carry in my heart,
but miss by my side. I turn to hear the laughter of my girls, but
they belong to strangers. I am alone, and maybe I deserve that,
for leaving you all as I did that day.

I still see you eyes, when we said goodbye; searching for
answers that I could not give. Your heart as I broke it, laid
bare, raw and bleeding. I had done this to you.

I promised to keep you safe from harm, I tried to keep you
safe from pain, instead I was the cause of that harm and of that
pain.

I wonder, when I return, will things ever be the same between
us? It took so long to gain your trust; the trust of bruised heart,
but I did it, I won. Now that I, have done the bruising, have I
lost you forever?

I can stand this separation, I can bare this loneliness; of empty
rooms and of a empty heart. Only if I truly believe that one day
you will forgive me, and that I still have my son.

All my love

Dad