I lost my only son, Billy in a construction accident and to this day I still cannot believe he is gone. He left a 22 month-old daughter and a 4 month-old baby boy. He absolutely loved being a dad, and he was a good one. He had a rocky road growing up, but when his life was taking a better path and his children were born he was on top of the world. The question that haunts me to this very minute is why did he have to be taken away from his children. They never got to know what a great man their dad was. I often wonder what I could have done differently that day or at any point. I get stuck quite often, but I force myself to do all the things I just didn't want to do any more. Why do I struggle still? My son was 29 years old and his accident occurred n June 29, 1999. He would have been 30 on June 30, 1999 - the very next day, so instead of celebrating his life, we were planning his funeral. We had plans made and in an instant it all completely changed - FOREVER.....
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