by Georgene Rice
My 45 year old son dropped dead of a massive heart attack in my living room on March 13, 2012 at 9:10 pm CST. He had no prior medical problems other than seasonal allergies. He was my first born and only son. I can't seem to stop crying, even with doctor prescribed meds. I want to just scream, and I have, the pain is so unbearable. I have 2 daughters and 4 grandchildren. People tell me you have them to live for, and I know I do; however, that does this heart ripping pain no good.