Since I last saw my son.

And, given the circumstances, it will be never.

Aubreigh, I love you.

I hope someday you will forgive me for having to make the decision I did.

I hope you will forgive your mother and your aunt for their hand in this.

I hope you will forgive yourself for hating your mother and I.

If you do not, I understand, but I hope you will.

 

 

"It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones." - Luke 17:2 (KJV)