The day my son was born.
I remember it like it was yesterday, it was late afternoon when he decided it was time to come into this world. I took his mother to the hospital and literally within an hour he came into this world. While the Dr was busy doing the other things, I sat and talked to him for the first time, he was perfect in every way. He lay there very peacefully as I talked to him, he must have been listening to every word, because funnily enough, after that. I was the only one that could ever sooth him. He was my son.
Main Page
Gallery
Audio/Video
Candles
Condolences
Memories
Life Story
Edit Page
Grief Support
Family Tree
Get More Services Latest Candles
Become a Member!
Life story
February 17, 1996
June 26, 2015
The day my son died.Does it really matter how he died? Death is final, there is no rerun, no do over, no "oops!". It is FINAL! My heart is as shattered as the day I found him, I will never be the same again, I feel as though I can never see any joy in life again. It hurts, ...
Your website is activated in Basic membership
$0
Membership - Last-Memories.com
Angel Membership
Monthly Payment as BASIC plus:100 MB disk space
in memory of donation
falling objects
no advertisement
and more... BUY NOW: $4.90