Today marks the 3rd anniversary of my son's death.  Doesn't seem like it has been that long ago.  There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about him, or see something that reminds me of him on a daily basis.  I knew I loved him the minute I found out I was pregnant with him.  When he was born, I fell in love with him.  He grew up to be a fine young man, he had some set back, but he always seemed to bounce back from those set backs. But June 21st, 2008, he decided that suicide was the… Continue

Today marks the 3rd anniversary of my son's death.  Doesn't seem like it has been that long ago.  There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about him, or see something that reminds me of him on a daily basis.  I knew I loved him the minute I found out I was pregnant with him.  When he was born, I fell in love with him.  He grew up to be a fine young man, he had some set back, but he always seemed to bounce back from those set backs. But June 21st, 2008, he decided that suicide was the… Continue