While walking back to my house from my local grocery store a lady in her late fifties was hit by a car while crossing the road. I was one of the first to get there to see if she was okay. She was not, and there was nothing that I could do. She died before the ambulance could get there. I'm quite shook up over this because I saw her life end and she said one thing that she wanted me to pass on:
"Make sure. Make sure my son knows I love him."
I just told him. It was the most difficult thing that I can remember doing in my life.
I went to pick an icon for this post, but there are none that represent truly how I feel.