149: Forever

Dana

The first month without him was hard. Without my mother's support, I would never have been able to move forward.

The second month was terrifying. I cried so much. I don't know how I didn't become dehydrated.

In the third month, my children were already so strong, and the doctors discharged us from the hospital, and we went home, where a four-year-old brother was waiting for us. I took care of Demian's little son because he was left alone. Rachel abandoned him, and he needed a mother. That little boy was not to blame for having a mother like Rachel, so I took care of him as if he were my own son. I know Demian would have loved that.

The fourth month was just as painful as the third. I couldn't accept that he wasn't near me. I missed him so much. There wasn't a day when I didn't cry over his departure. I wondered if he was okay. Was he alive? Did he miss us? What did Rachel do to him?

In the fifth month, I visited Jeremy's grave almost every day, asking him to help bring Demian hom