I let you down. I didn't know you were sick. I thought whatever you were going through would get better. I got annoyed at you when you would vomit. But truth is, it was fear. I get angry when I fear something. It was painful for me to see you vomit. It made me angry. But you were too stubborn for the medication, and especially because it was too late.
You loved food. You were always hungry. I tried to make sure you were never hungry. I could tell by the way you looked at me that you loved me. And trusted me. And I did my best to care and love you.
I hope you are on a white sandy beach with the sun shining, and an endless buffet