Dealing and grieving the loss of a family member is never easy. The most significant part of not being able to deal with or suffer the loss of my son is because I pushed to the back of my mind for the reason that I didn’t want to believe he was gone. I suffer mental illness and of course this isn’t reasoning for it, but an insight on why and the nature of the way he died. This was written for my son in part of me letting go, and a father aying his final goodbye’s.