The Sadness Of Reality

My name is Kim. I have had a gift for as far back as I can remember. This gift, however, I was almost convinced it was a curse after I had my two children. I always knew when something was wrong just by the feeling or intuition I had. My son Dylan, the youngest of the two, was a very headstrong young man that liked to do things his way. We had moved to a town in South Alabama, about three and a half hours from where my kids had been raised there whole life. My daughter was older with a family of her own so she remained there and my son was wanting to move back or go see if he could find a job there. I knew he was 18 and could choose where he wanted to live but this particular decision had my emotions in a tug of war. I had this God awful feeling that was making me physically sick, I heard the words, Don't let him go, over and over in my head. At which point he wasn't hearing me, crying pleading with him to please stay don't go it's not good for you son, please do the go, tears rolling as I handed him the keys to the vehicle I had given him. As he opened the door to get in, I screamed frantically, Please son don't go Momma can't stand this feeling I have inside me. Before I knew it I had ran to him, grabbed him and said "Son I need you to listen close to me, there are two roads waiting for you in that town, both are dead ends but at the end of one there is death and the other is prison son... As I watched him drive away, I couldn't stop crying and two weeks after that day, I received a phone call. My son and his best friend were drinking, left a party, my son driving, his best friend was hanging out the window on an old dirt road in the country when my son reached to pull him back in, he missed the curve and went into a church parking lot in between two roads and his best friend hit the pole and it killed him. My son has had a murder charge for two years now and is facing time in prison.