Memories of our son Frank Ruiz Jr

Your son. I swear to the universe that he is channeling you. There are so many similarities that cannot, cannot be chance. I constantly call him Frankie. He makes me joyous and profoundly sorrowful at any given moment. You must be proud of your son. There are no words that can describe the emotion that has become our everyday. I find the world a hollow, and joyless place. I look for you everywhere. I want to scream in the middle of nowhere, and screech like a maniac in a crowd. FRANKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Fuck, how I miss you. Its killing me, my son.