I look at their pictures every day, and tell them how much i love and miss them, as i'm falling apart, just looking at their pictures on the wall brings tears to my eyes, I know that looking at them is triggering me, but I can't stop doing it, I loved them so much, they gave me love and hope... they were my reason for wanting to live and they are now gone, I strongly believe that it's all my fault, if I had only been able to get them vaccinated, that they never would have gotten sick.
They both died on the same day, and each one actually took their last breath while in my arms, i'm crying so hard right now that i can barely see to type