10 Years ago today we buried my son.       That red headed, fiery temper, witty, handsome boy. My first born. The one who called me mama. Gone. In a moment.  I didn't even know it. I don't like to think about that night. It's so painful.  A part of me died that night too. I felt it. How can you lose a child? As I stood in front of those police officers.  In my dining room, by the farmhouse table. The place we welcome visitors, I received this information. I remember trying to breathe. Conscience of the act. Slow down. Breathe all the air in you ... View Post