Memories of our son Frank Ruiz Jr

When I think of you, not being able to breathe. Slowly suffocating. Blue.        

I feel like I can't live another moment.

I have to talk myself down off the cliff. 

I hate that you had to suffer so much, so quickly. 

My baby, my boy. 

I can't. I just can't.

I love you so much.

I miss you.

I miss you. 

I miss you forever.