The worst feelings that haunt you are the feelings of guilt. I could have done more, I could have said more. I tried my best to do as much as I could and I tried make him know I loved him dearly. I feel so guilty that I was not happy to put his pictures on the wall for fear of damaging the plaster. How futile, how stupid I was. The night sam died I thought of a solution to the problem but it was too late. His dad had also thought of a solution but it's not to be, now. I suppose it's a lesson to be learned. Forgive me Sam.