My dearest Chris, I am a 52 year old mother of two,dying of congestive heart failure and I wish I had my kids around me. My daughter 30, son 26. My daughter and I are estranged and my son loves to live in jail. Yes, I was hurt when it happened to you, but you handled it like a man and you accepted responsibility. My son won't. I don't have lot of words so I'll keep it short. But from the bottom of my heart, I adore you. You keep your head up, be strong, cause they're comin' for ya; you keep your hands in your mother's handand in God's unchanging hand.