I see her everywhere I go, everywhere I look, whenever I close or open my eyes. It’s her face that’s always haunting me. And it’s been three years. Three long years since she and our son suffered a tragic incident from that plane. Three long years that I have been locked up in this agony and regret and guilt and pain. I don’t even know what’s real from what’s not anymore.
I am just here, sitting, sleeping, talking to whoever would approach me. I was barely existing. And several times, I wanted to end my life. I wanted to follow them. But every time I am ready to do so, I can see Henney’s face, crying, as if telling me that I shouldn’t do it.
I have always dreamed of a happy ending with her. I have always dreamed of being with her until our hair turns gray. I wanted us to be able to watch
