Not only did I lose a child, but I lost all my hopes and dreams for him as well!
When the doctor lifted his stethoscope and told us that our son, who was cradled in my arms, had passed away, my world crumbled. I was numb, found it hard to breath and my heart had shattered into a million pieces. Yet I still had to answer questions from the police, standard procedure, but still completely awful, walk back into a room full of people that didn’t know what to say and then return home to tell my daughter that her little brother would not be coming home, EVER!
