Today is a month since my baby boy passed away and I still feel so empty and scared and want to cry all day. I’m currently sitting with his big sister in the hospital and all I can do is look out the 11th floor window and just wonder if he’s okay. Is he learning how to walk, did he make it safely with my dad and grandparents, or is he sad because we’re sad or does he feel like we didn’t love him because we couldn’t save him??!! I feel so guilty and sometimes I wish I could be with him again. I just want to cry and cry and never stop.