I was able to see him again without (him) being in a casket.

It was terrible. Sometimes I would think the worst. And then some days I would think the best. I was praying that somebody had rescued him.

I just couldn't go any farther.

I just really didn't care. I was very confused. I just had given up. I had stayed out for so long in the hot sun, and (I was) hungry. I just wanted to sit down. I just wanted to get where it was cool.

I told him he was my angel.

I'd find a way to do it - unless I'm in a casket.