Anger

Anger is my life. I am angry at God, the world, but most of all myself. I'm angry at God for allowing my son to die. For not stopping this pain a head of time, for leaving me. I'm angry at the world for continuing and acting like nothing ever happened. I'm angry at myself for not protecting my child. I was the mother and should have been a better parent. I should have watched him better. They say it was an accident but a mother is supposed to protect and watch over their child. I have failed. I only pray that my son forgives me, because I will never be able to.

Dedicated to the loving memory of my son: Michael Edward McCullum
04/01/1994 to 04/10/1997

FOREVER LOVED, FOREVER MISSED, FOREVER THREE.