As a child I was always alone.... never had a real friend, a best friend. Then my son was born and grew into a perfect man, and for those (almost) 20 years I knew what it meant to have a best friend. Someone who loves me for who I am and who comforts me just by being there. Now he is gone and I am back to being alone. Only now I am alone knowing what love and friendship are. My heart is full of my son's spirit and memories, and yet I feel so alone.