Vanished In The Dark

Dear Son,
I am writing you this letter to explain to you why I left. First off, let me apologize from the bottom of my heart for leaving you. It was a choice I had to make. Your father would take better care of you then I could. If we were all together, it would be harder for us to survive because we would need more food and water to support all of us. Honestly, I was scared of even trying to take care of you through all of this. I could not deal with the guilt if you died because of me, so I left it up to your father because he has a better chance of keeping you alive then I am. He has the strength to do so. I left without any notice because I could not stand to see you cry. Your father knew I was leaving, and I am terribly sorry I did not say goodbye. I could not muster up the courage or strength to say GOODBYE to my son. I love you and could not stand to see you hurt. It seems that it is the hardest move to make when leaving.   Also, I left at this time so I could attempt to get food, water, shelter, and supplies for myself. If I didn’t I would have been dead already. I would have taken you with me, my dearest son, but I didn’t believe that I would be able to support you like your father could. He is stronger than I am, braver than I am, and has the will in his heart to keep moving forward. I struggle everyday just do these simple tasks. If you were wondering, I left in the middle of the night, around 3 am. It was dark and musky out. The only thing lighting my way was the full moon in the sky. I walked from our house, through the woods, to the nearest train station to see if I could find any supplies. I did, including some nice gloves and hats, warm winter jackets, boots, sleeping bags, tents, flashlights, and other items necessary for survival. From there, I walked to the nearest city. It was about 150 miles away, which took me about a week to walk. I walked during the daytime only, and rested at night. Once at the city, I searched for any transportation I...