This blog is dedicated to the memory of my son Brian, who died at 31 from a blow to the head.
Here, I'm attempting to recreate his story.
That must be one of the most difficult things, waiting for the phone that now never rings. I am sure you still think of him as your baby. Things will never now change. I type this with tears in my eyes, I know this feeling of waiting for the phone to ring all to well, Diane
Very dear, Rosaria.