The grief an sorrow took control over me like a dictator over his country. I had no consolation what so ever looking at everybody's faces to look, to search, to see, to find my childs face or to hear again the sweet and angelical voice yelling mommy! mommy! like when he wanted me to turn around and watch him do something new, but not anymore. I will never forget the little voice that woke me up in the mournings screaming and jumping "its time for work! get up its time for school!"or the minuature ,soft and warm hand i held when walking to the park. Those are memories that are not to be forgotten and yet to be remembered, when out in the distance i saw you! -Mayneli R.