My mother would like you to believe that my life started on January 23, 1964. The fact is that my life actually started 30 years later on November 23, 1994. The day my one and only child, a perfect son, was born. My life with my beautiful, brilliant son was happy, joyous, and complete. I have never known such happiness and my soul was never so full. On September 2, 2014, everything changed. There are no words to describe life without my son in it. Despair is not deep enough, grief is not dark enough, and alone is not profound enough. I have to believe that he is the brightest star shining on the other side and that he is happy and at peace. I love you more than words can say, my sweet sweet son, and I miss you beyond rational thought. You were, are, and always will be my beautiful, brilliant, amazing son. My life, my soul, my everything.