The tears of a child

My son looks at me with tears in his eyes...

I ask him how he is feeling and he replies,

"I am scared to think about the good memories mum"

I ask him "why?"

He replies "because the good memories are good then I remember I wont be able to make any more with dad" "who will I look up to now mum?"

He starts to sob, so I pull him to me and hold him.

I can't say anything, not one word can be said because I am fighting the gut wrenching lump in my throat and I feel like vomiting.

All I can do is hold him.