Today was... beautiful.
The sky was blue and although it was cold the memorial garden looks simply stunning with leaves litering the paths on a sunny day.
And my boy... he shed his tears, left his letter and managed a smile when thinking back to some of the funny moments we talked about, that he and his Mother had shared.
And I silently told her that I'm sorry for not making more time for our friendship and thanked her for the beautiful gift that is my son.
For too long I focussed on the fact that I missed 4 years of his life and I was so caught up in being mad at her for that, that I never really had a real opportunity to tell her how grateful I am for him.
It was "thank you," "goodbye," and "I'm sorry" in one silent tear.
And now the healing must continue.