I lost my son on 30th July, 2007. He was 3 and half, a brave boy. On a monady. He had a seizure.He was transferred to a better hospital via air amubulance at 6 pm, which was 4 hours driving distance from our place. I kissed him good bye, but I never realized that would be my last goodbye to him. We reached the hospital at 10 pm. He went far far away by that time. I was in a shock for 2-3 months, when I started realizing that he has gone, I get this emotional break down almost everyday.Some times, I get hard time when I try to hide my tears from other people.I try my best but he does not even come to my dream any more.:(

In fact, when I was writing this message, I just realized my eyes are full of tears.