He was our son, friend and our Hero!
Our son died at the age of 24, leaving us behind. He made us very proud. He treated everyone with respect. He would take time to hear peoples story or problems. Our son was just getting ready to graduate from college. He and his wife had worked very hard, they had two premes. The 2 boys turned out great. Life was just about to get easier for both of them. Then it happened the worst phone call in our life telling us our son was died.
It is about 10 months since he passed away. Every day we wake, it hits you all over again. Then we try to stay busy until bedtime. We try to crash for the night but you lay there just thinking.
The pain that we fill and the time our son is missing out on his 2 boys and their lose! I was the last to hold my son, but we could not talk. That is my greatest desire now is just to hold my boy and talk with him.