I just need to get my thoughts out about how I feel about my son, age 11, being placed in a residential school 2 hours away from home against our wishes.
My heart is shattered, I'm shaken up, my will is broken. A piece of me dies each time we say goodbye.
I see your face, I see your tears, I hear you screaming my name, yet I can not hold you in my arms and tell you everything is going to be ok.
Each time you come home, the good moments are bittersweet, the bad moments, I just know we can fix them some how.
Time goes by so quickly, it's time for you to leave again. You ask me why and I just don't have the answers.
I know in my heart I need to let you go so you can be free as a butterfly, so you can soar high into the sky.
Life isn't fair. I love you so much and miss you immensely. I want to be in your life, yet it isn't meant to be.
