Woman unfolds paper preparing to read it aloud to her son at his funeral.

“Dearest Son,
I forgive you, but I will always miss you.
You never physically ran away from me, but I saw your spirit slipping through my fingers with each passing second.

I should have done something. I could have done something.

But the thing is, I didn’t.

So now, as I tell you what ” [sob] ” I should have told you a while ago, I want you to know that, I did, do, and always will, love you.

Your smile brightened the mood at any gathering, your laugh, contagious and simply irresistable.

You didn’t deserve to be disregarded and thrown away like trash.

You don’t deserve any of this. None of us do.

Now, as my last words to you, I’d like you to know:

I will never forget you, and you are always in the center of my heart. I know God will forgive you, I just have a feeling.“

Folds paper back up, and wipes tears from her sopping face.