The Lad wrote: My life was over.
I had a heart attack, but I could not do it.
I could never find my way out of this.
I cried shop my way.
The Lad wrote that his father had died from a heart condition and his mother had been diagnosed with lung cancer.
He was the son of a doctor, and the loss of his mother was so devastating.
His mother, the Lad said, was a strong woman.
She could do things with her mind, like read and write.
The Lad added: But she never knew that I had this strength in my heart.
She had no idea that I could.
When I was 13, I went to the funeral home.
The funeral home manager came to me and said, “I’m a little worried about you.
You were going to buy a coffin for your mother.
She was a very strong woman, and I think that you need to be strong for her.
I told him that I couldn’t go.
I told him, I’m not going to sell my mother.
He was like, “Oh, that’s great, but that’s not for you.
That’s for your mom.
“But I didn’t think about that.
I was like a little kid.
I thought I was going to be a soldier.
I just felt like a kid again.
I didn�t think about it.
I went to my auntie�s house and she was there.
She told me to come inside and I said, Mom, I want to get my mother out of here.
She said, No, it�s too dangerous.
I said no.
My mom came out and said it was too dangerous and that I would never be able to walk around.
I would be like, No.
You can stay here and we can get you out of there.
So I got on my mother’s back and I got her in the coffin.
The lid fell off, and my mom was just in a pool of her own blood. And that�s when my mom said to me, “You can stay.
You know that you can get your mother out.
“I was just sitting there crying.
I knew what she meant. She wasn�t lying to me.
I know that.
She wanted to make sure that I knew she loved me.
But I had never seen her like that.
Then she said, My little boy, you need some money.
I went out there and I borrowed some money from the bank.
She borrowed it back from me.
So I went back to my mom.
My mother told me that she was going through with the funeral, but it was going on.
But the funeral wasn�re really, really painful for me.
My mom was really, REALLY upset and upset about it, and she couldn�t do it, either.
She had never been in a funeral before.
I had gone to her house a couple of times.
I took her out there once and she fell down, and her head hit the side of the coffin and she passed away.
I tried to help her but I couldn�T do it and my heart was pounding.
After the funeral I was in the mall, shopping.
Suddenly, I was walking down the street and I see this man.
He stopped and I was screaming and crying and screaming. I couldn.�t believe what I was seeing.
I remember him saying, “Mom, she was a beautiful person.
She died because of you.
The man, the manager, came up to me a second time and said that my mom had been in the funeral and that my grandmother had passed away before me. “
She died because I�ve never done anything bad to her.”
The man, the manager, came up to me a second time and said that my mom had been in the funeral and that my grandmother had passed away before me.
He said, Oh, I�m sorry.
I don�t know why she died.
In my mind, I knew I had to get away from this.
It was all over, but now I could get my mom out of the cemetery.
I grabbed a shovel and I dug for a little bit.
I saw my mom’s body on the side and I saw a hole in the back of her head.
So it was all right there.
I got it out of my mind and I took a shovel out and dug it out.
I walked down to the cemetery and it was the worst day of my life.
I lost everything.
As I was digging, I heard the voices of my mom, my grandma and my sister.
They were screaming, crying and asking for help.
But they couldn�’t find anybody.
I asked my grandmother, “Can�t you get someone to come to help you?”
And she said no, she didn�ts know anybody who could help.
I looked at her and I remember thinking, What is this, my mom?
My mom died because she didn’t know anybody?
That was the hardest day