I woke this morning to the radio DJ talking about a local 12 year old boy that was involved in a hit and run and lost his life. The more times I heard it the more emotions it brought up until I was having panic attacks thanks to my personal movie trailer . I of course feel so sorry for the family and I want to help them but I know I cannot. I have such an urge to run to that mother and tell her not to let people dictate what she should/shouldnt do. I have so many regrets about those few days and I don't want any other mother to have them. I want to tell her not to let them tell her it's best not to hold him again after the calling hours or that she has kissed him enough. Don't let them tell you that you have had enough time for your goodbyes, don't let them pull you from his grave before your ready to go and so much more.Just take your time and breath in your child, examine his face until it's embedded so deep in your mind that it cannot be removed. I know that she is not needing to here any of this , the only thing she wants to hear is "theres been a mistake and your child is fine" and I can't give her that.So until i'm able to control my emotions I will just send a card with our # and we will call them later.I know what lies ahead for her,little by little parts of her son will be removed and all she will have left is a memory. A memory of the child you loved from the moment you were told they were coming and I know that.. thats just not good enough