Hi

Hi.

That's all it said. One single word. One single text.

Hi.

My eyes saw so much more than that one little word.  My eyes, connected to my heart, saw a million words unsaid. Tears un-shed. Questions not answered. There are no answers...

My eyes saw 'Help Me!', they saw 'What the fuck?', they saw 'No, please no". 

My eyes saw your boy, our boy, reaching out his hand for help. I saw it, I felt it, because it is something I live with every day.  My entire body screams those words...every. damn. day.  

Help Me! Help does not come.

The message came at 8:43 at night.  I saw it at 10:36, so very many minutes too late. Long, lonely, desperate minutes that boy sat without a response from me.  When my eyes saw that one word, Hi, all I could hear was the shatter of broken glass, my broken heart, shatter some more.  Our boy needed someone and I missed it.  I responded then...he did not. The moment had passed I guess.  I can picture him with head hanging down turning back to life. Help did not come.  Once again I could not help. 

I laid in bed with my phone in my hand until 1 a.m....just in case, then I put it on my nightstand and stared at it for another hour or so...just in case.  And then I woke up and with head hanging down I turned back to life...to one more day.

Hi was all it said but I saw so much more.

Your boy needs you love he needs you big. PLEASE help him.  PLEASE help him.  He needs his Dad.