Death Watch Journal for Kevin Varga – DAY 15

My life has not always been bad. I remember the good times that I have had. I remember the first time I held my son in my arms, I say arms but I could hold his small body in one hand! Now he is eighteen and a grown man. I am hoping to see him and my older son as well next week, it is my birthday next week and I hope they will be here. I love my sons and if it weren’t for them I could be content to allow the state to murder me. I want as much time with my son as humanly possible. How many days left to live? I have lost count.