Martin,son. You once complained and gave me wrong . You said I always called you 'Martin' Never 'Son'. I always made sure I called you "Son" after that. I remember saying the same thing to my dad. Now you are "Martin,Son". How I wish you were here to complain now...............every day I wish it. Every day (selfishly) I ask "Why you? There are plenty of dreadfull people doing dreadfull things,what is the higher purpose of taking you and leaving them. WHY?????" every parents and every sibling left behind asks the same question........WHY????? Son,when we meet again I really hope you have found out that answer because it won't be heaven until I know. "WHY" ???? The guilt and the pain is less intense than a year ago, I can still hear your voice and I am unsure if it is an answer in part you just saying "Wellll, you know dad............." Until we meet again Son,all my love. Still a Sad Dad.