---- Missing Tyler's school parent's day, forgetting our weekend plans - those were normal for him. He'd just promise 'next time.' But 'next time' never actually came. Now, he was trying to make up for things in the same old way. Charity, saying sorry, trying to make himself feel better. It was all just useless stuff to make himself feel good. This time, Tyler and I didn't need anything from him. I finally got it. These were all just bad habits he'd picked up because I'd always let him get away with everything, spoiled him rotten. He was used to messing up, and he was used to trying to fix it with money and promises. He never really cared about what Tyler and I actually needed. Now, I was far away from all that fake kindness. ---- I spent my days with the children, watching them draw so seriously. Sometimes, I'd see a kid with a really focused look on their face, and it would make me think of Tyler. If he were still alive, he'd be about their age. Would he have liked drawing too? Would he have been that serious about it? I found myself again, just holding Tyler's old Superman T-shirt, lost in thought. It still smelled a little like him. My Tyler. He's a sweet little angel up in heaven now, isn't he?