Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I pulled a dirty black sweatshirt from the laundry basket on my son’s floor and tried to drink in his scent, to savor the essence of my sweet boy. I inhaled it long and hard, wanting to permanently implant all of him in my brain, to make him last forever. ”
Shelley Ramsey
From : Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
