I HAVE HAD A LOT OF TIME DURING THE PAST 332 DAYS TO THINK ABOUT MY SWEET BOY
HIRSCH. AND ONE THING I KEEP THINKING
ABOUT IS HOW OUT OF ALL OF THE
MOTHERS IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. GOD CHOSE TO GIVE HERSH TO ME. WHAT MUST I HAVE DONE IN A PAST
LIFE TO DESERVE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL
GIFT? IT MUST HAVE BEEN GLORIOUS FOR
23 YEARS. I WAS PRIVILEGED TO HAVE THE
MOST STUNNING HONOR TO BE HERSH'S MAMA. I'LL TAKE IT AND SAY THANK YOU. I JUST WISH IT HAD BEEN FOR
LONGER. HERS FOR ALL THESE MONTHS. I HAVE BEEN IN SUCH TORMENT AND WORRY ABOUT YOU FOR EVERY SINGLE
MILLISECOND OF EVERY SINGLE DAY. IT WAS SUCH A SPECIFIC TYPE OF
MISERY THAT I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED
BEFORE. I TRIED HARD TO SUPPRESS THE MISSING YOU PART BECAUSE THAT I WAS CONVINCED
WOULD BREAK ME. SO I SPENT 330 DAYS, TERRIFIED,
SCATTERED, WORRYING AND
FRIGHTENED. IT CLOSED MY THROAT AND MADE MY
SOUL THROB WITH THIRD DEGREE
BURNS. PART OF WHAT IS SO DEEPLY
CRUSHING AND CONFUSING FOR ALL
OF US. IS THAT A STRANGE THING? HAPPENED ALONG THIS MACABRE PATH
UPON WHICH OUR FAMILY FOUND ITSELF TRAVELING FOR THE
LAST 332 DAYS. AMIDST THE INEXPLICABLE AGONY, TERROR, ANGUISH, DESPERATION AND
FEAR. WE BECAME ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN THAT YOU WERE COMING HOME TO US
ALIVE, BUT IT WAS NOT TO BE NOW. I NO LONGER HAVE TO WORRY
ABOUT YOU. I KNOW YOU ARE NO LONGER IN
DANGER.