It seemed unreal. It still seems unreal and even today I will think of calling him, but I can’t. I had no one to talk to and everyone professionally wanted to include God in the conversation and to me as his mother it was not about God. I came here out of my grief with no one to understand and so this book came about.

The original is much longer but didn’t feel I needed to include hospital photos of the ordeal. I wanted to help other mothers that felt and still do about loosing part of who they are. I have talked to countless mothers who lost children years ago and found out that the one thing we have in common is the grief that is all to consuming deep inside where no one knows. I just talked to a lady who can hardly wait for this book who still grieves and remembers to this day. She lost her daughter 35 years ago and she told me she still grieves like it was yesterday. The “forever” pain is real and everlasting, but no one really wants to listen or understand. So I came here.