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 answer to some recent setbacks.  When I found out what had happened, it broke my heart.  After 3 years, it still hurts but the really bad days seem to be getting fewer and far between, it is getting a little easier but still have some days where I just get depressed thinking about him.  I love my son very much, and miss him like crazy.  And I know I will see him again!!!  Rest in Peace my precious sweet son, I love you and miss you so much!!!