Tom (42-43 years old)
I looked over at my oldest son. God did I wish that he would just open those hazel eyes. So that I could look into them and say to him how sorry I am for getting him into this mess. Yes, it really wasn’t my fault the aliens invaded and killed my wife, but it was my fault they had to lose her. It was my fault that I couldn’t keep her safe. I wished that Hal would just open the eyes that were the constant reminder of my wife. How much I thought that now out of anytime that she should be here rather than me. How I was supposed to be on that food run with Michael, and I should have died. She knew how to console Ben and Matt. She knew how to be gentle but firm at the same time. So to get the point across but at the same time not to frighten little Matt.
