Hi. My boy is dead. I will still see him in my dreams, and I will find him again, eventually. But I can't dream right now, and it feels like my heart is breaking.

Edit: Thank you all for the kind words, they really mean a lot to me. But I want to let you know that I'm feeling better now, and although I'm sad, I have been thinking about the good times he was alive. The fun times he had running at the park on weekends, running into the sea in the Hamptons, and the way he would sit on my lap and comfort me when I was in pain. He was a good boy, and I will always remember him. Love you boy, and I hope you had a good time on this earth. I love you.