On my First Son

Goodbye my child that has given me joy. My sin was that I loved you too much and for seven years you were with me and and now fate has taken you away on the day.
I want to abandon all thoughts of father hood. Why should I be sad for what most people envy. I would rather be in my sons position and escape this outrageous world. Rest in peace, “Here lies Ben Johnson the best thing I created.” Why did he have to die, I promise to never like anything as much as my son.