My son, he is floating away. He can't swim, he's only 3. The water is cold, my hands are numb. I'm not sure how long I can hold on. I'm afraid we are going to die. I may have just killed my son. I've relived this nightmare in my dreams more than I care to remember. Every time I get near open water with my children it starts rushing back and paralyzes me. You would think that even though it happened early in his life that my son would have no recollection of it but he reminds me of it every time he sees a canoe which makes it much harder. August of 2008. We spent a weekend in Canada at … [Read more...]