Gone is the face we loved so dear Silent is the voice we loved to hear. Too far away for sight or speech, But not too far for thought to reach, Sweet to remember him once here, Who, though absent, is just as dear. My dear son! Already a year has passed since the beginning of the most dreadful 48 hours of my life. It started with a phone call and ended with a tearful good-bye and a profound sadness and feeling of loss that I shall never forgot. The pain of losing you, my baby boy, is as deep today as it was one year ago... but through the grace of God and the love, kindness, generosity, and prayers of so many that loved you and love me, I have made it through thus far. Through the year, there were so many people praying and hoping for us...Kayla and me....that we would be able to move through such pain and eventually be able to come to the realization that you will never be gone forever..that you will live in our hearts and minds...until we meet again. For no matter how long or no matter how short, a life lived can never be lost to those who remember. As I reflect on this year, still with horrific pain, I also reflect on the lessons learned, the special people, and most of all the special gifts that have been given to me by the many who shared with me what positive impact you had on their lives (what great gifts for a mom). As I reflect and learn of new ways to incorporate your new existence into my life, I will share some of those experiences that are not already here as contributions. Of course, I know my angel-son knows just what is been like as I know you are watching over Kayla and me. So perhaps I'll share it for others to see.