I wasn’t sure about denying their right to see their dying son one last time was what I wanted or if it was fair even after everything they’d done to Joel, to us, to our family. I didn’t want to be the center of any more blame. You’re the reason I didn’t get to see my son before he died. You denied me that chance. You didn’t just take me seeing him, you took his life. I heard his mother’s voice echoing through my mind. Despite knowing it wasn’t my fault, the guilt still weighed heavy on me. I didn’t know if I could do what Joel had wanted me to. After protecting, and supporting him for all these years, I might fail to do this one thing for him. It wasn’t like they had any power over what happened to him afterward anyway because of his will. I was thinking maybe they’d realize the chance

