Why?

Do you ever stop blaming yourself? Does it get any easier? Why do I question ever minute of that day? I put him down to sleep as I would have done for any of our other children, I must have done it a thousand times in the past. When he passed away, I was not aw

are he was gone, he had his family around him but he found his time to leave our loving arms. How could I not have known and woken him up somehow?

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When will the guilt go away? I still wonder how I could not have known, why didn’t I just hold him for longer and why didn’t I just keep him in my arms, instead of letting him sleep, why didn't I think to check on him? Why couldn’t I have stopped the world from turning.