My son told everyone his biker father was dead as he was ashamed of me and now I'm only one present when he's dying. I'm standing in this hospital room kissing my boy's forehead while the machines keep him alive, and the last words he ever spoke to me were "I wish you really were dead." That was three weeks ago. Before the accident. Before the call from a number I didn't recognize telling me my son was in the ICU. Before I rode 847 miles through the night to get to a hospital where the staff did