Had a real meltdown today, remembering the last time I was with my parents and we saw Scott (Mother's Day) He looked so sad as he walked away with his head bent down, we sat in the car and watched him walk away all feeling so helpless it was so profound but somehow we knew deep down that might be the last time we would see him, I remember wanting to call him back to the car. That was the last time my parents saw him and that's the image that burns in their minds forever. I saw him the next day but I still remember that image of him walking away looking so sad. My heart feels as though it could just burst, everyday is getting worse as I imagined it would as the numbness begins to fade and the horrific reality of what happened settles in.