MY SON

When my son starts walking, he doesn't need to follow paths in life that will hurt him. And that's where I come in. And that's where I learned something else about God.

A humorous recollection of taking my son camping at Fort McAllister State Park near Savannah, Georgia.

Well today I am going to let you know about my son and when he was born.

As I celebrate my son's life I am prompted with memories, music, things he wore. My world turned upside down the day I buried my son.

My two kids have great taste in music. They love it when I crank the tunes in the van on long trips. Often I catch them dancing in their carseats or trying to sing along. Here are their top five faves.

I do not express my feelings very well. I know sometimes there are people who may see me as not very emotional when it comes to displaying pain. I used to be made fun of for crying as a child so I still can cover more than I should. It is a defense mechanism.

My son didn't want me there but nothing could keep me away.

So many people ask me what happened to my son. I like him to answer the question and it usually goes something like this, " Nothing happened to me, what happened to you?"

My son had an operation, called VNS, to help prevent seizures. The following is a summary of how he's progressed with the device.

No one has told me how to deal with the judgment I feel when my son is having an Autistic tantrum.

My son is a walking billboard for Batman

Before my son had arrived I was in complete shambles. My life was spiraling down a one way tube into darkness...