It’s been a little over two months 55 days actually and I can say I have not healed or the pain subsided. I thought getting financial side of my son business done. Funeral and all other debt cleared so he would leave this world owing no one. Didn’t help, thought growing grass on his final resting place and having his granite and marker placed, didn’t help tried spending time with my surviving children would get me over the hump, didn’t help. All that I try to do to say I’m dealing with grief in the appropriate way came right back to raw emotions when I got a 9,000 dollar hospital bill. I was told you died within moments after your accident, but only a dr. Could pronounce you dead. So a period of time passed the police arrive then ambulance then they transport you to a hospital and you have passed but they performed cpr and charged 585.00 give you blood for 1750.00 inserted a chest tube for 900.00 dollars 3,000 for ER 3,000 for a Dr and staff then they called it you were in fact dead. If they were have brought you back I would pay ten times that but I can’t help but to be cynical that they were solely making the hospital money. I got a tattoo because I like them that showed your helmet and gloves and it is really large I thought of putting your birth date and death date on it but neither will I ever forget. My wife his catholic and in twenty years of marriage have I ever thought of divorce till my sons death because I can’t convince her I just don’t believe in her religious convictions. My son loved his step mother and would be so disappointed in my behavior. I have a quilt made from his clothes his siblings didn’t want and my wife had these little pictures made from swaths of his clothing for his sibling and his biological mother. He would consider it folly. I consider it a last ditch effort of a father who so loved his first born child that he would do or give anything to get his life back.