I held you as soon as you were born. I held you while you died. The 38 years in between went by too fast. I wanted more for you. You didn't care about material things. I wanted you to get a good education. You wanted to play guitar and party with your friends. If I let myself think too much, the sadness is overwhelming. Even after 11 years I have to stay busy all the time and not let myself think about the "might-have-beens". I want to hear your voice and listen to you play guitar one more time. I have so many questions. Will I see you again someday? Did you know how much I loved you? Did you know that I would have given my life to let you live? Did you know how much your friends loved you? It's seems so strange that the world kept on going without you in it. It seems to me that the world and everything in it should have just stopped. I think about you everyday….many times every day. I hope you really are in Rock and Roll heaven because it makes me feel a little better to think you might be. Dedicated to my son, Pete Thomas, who died due to medical negligence at North Bay Hospital in NPR, FL in November 2004.