A letter to My little mister

Matthew

I was at work today when I came around a corner and saw a little boy who reminded me a lot of you. He was wearing a red shirt and blue jeans just like you use to love to do. As I walked passed him I had to look away because it was too hard to hide how much I miss you. I walked around hoping not to run into anyone. If I had and they had asked I would have broken down and said that I miss my son.  I think about you all the time but it when those unexpected memories come around the bend that it hits me strong like a cold winter wind. I get mad at what happened to you and I think about all my friends that are going through the same pain. I think of how there are daughters that will never walk thru the front door of their moms house with a smile and say hi mom or walk up to their dads and give them a hug and a kiss. I think about the phone call from the son just calling to check in that never comes and about the husband that never made it home from work and every brother, sister, husband, wife, son, daughter, father, mother, friend  and relatives that were lost to this senseless crime. I think of all the people hurting from a pain that should have never been. I think about how different this world was when they were all here and how that all changed because someone had too much beer. Being Selfish is what leads people to drink and drive they tend to put themselves and what they want to do instead of worrying what could happen to people like me and you.  I wish that I could have protected you that night but there was nothing I could do to save you so now I fight to bring change and I will until the day that I get to see you again. I miss you my Matthew.

Love

DAD