The stories of Bryan Young

I wrote this at work and I had to just end it because it kept making me want to cry. I don't know where it came from, but it just came out. I was thinking about how much I love my son and how much I feel like I'm some terrible sort of father and don't get to spend enough time with him and I turned that minor depression into absolute grief and this came out. I lost my son today. I lost him to recklessness and stupidity and no amount of tears and grief will bring him back. No amount of revenge will make me feel better. All I can do is remember what made him special. All I can do is remember how much I loved him and how much we tried to brighten each others days. He was five years old and I never spent enough time with him. Do you ever think you spend enough time with your children? I don’t know. I never felt like I did. I’ve been working full time since he was born, so I’ve naturally spent more time at work than with him since he’s been born. Quantifying that idea in