This is my son who was killed 2 years 1 month and 9 days today which is 2-15-10. One of the worst days of my life. I take a day at a time. I miss him so, so much. I still can't belive it. Its been the harding time i had to do. We got custody of his two girls, which was a blessing. But life is so hard for me. I still wake up thinking its all a dream then reality hits and i am back to that day. Yet i know that he is still here with me cause he had given us signs. He appeared to his daughter and i told her she was so lucky cause i am still waiting to see him or even dream of him. I know i will some day maybe he thinks i am not ready to yet. My heart had been broken. And there are times i just feel like screaming. God has help me to control myself or else i would be in a deep depression. I thank God for the strenght to go on.