John was born on a cold December day in 1973. He was my first child and I was scared to death that I'd do the wrong thing. We brought him home on Christmas Eve. He was our Christmas present that year.
He grew to be a sweet happy little boy. He was loved by our whole family. His grandmother adored him. He was her first grandchild and her last. No matter how many more showed up.
As his brother and sisters arrived he was a great help with them. He and his brother Chris spent hours playing Star Wars and wrestling. They terrified me tearing down the sidewalk on their Big Wheels.
He was a good student in school. All his teachers spoke highly of him.
He was a good friend and made life long buddies.
He always wanted to be a rock star!! He taught himself how to play the guitar and was so good!! He really could have been a rock star.
Things changed for him as he got older. He became depressed and he chose to self medicate with drugs and alcohol. I guess his life became intolerable to him. He left us on September 11,2007. 
We are heartbroken and miss him so much. Every minute of the day we think of him. I have cried a million tears and I suppose I'll cry a billion more. I want to see him so much!! I want to put my arms around him and tell him I love him. 
I pray that God will heal his soul and give him the peace that he couldn't find here on earth.

I love you my son, Mom