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On my kindergarten report card my teacher stated that I loved to "mother" the other students.  Being a mother was the best part of my life and still is, okay I really like being a grandmother as well.   My son was born when I was 17 years old, so in a way we grew up together.  He was such a wonderful loving little boy.  When I had my 2nd child, he told me she was also his baby.  He took such good care of her and was a loving brother with a special bond between them.  When he became an adult, he was still a loving warm person.  He became a father himself and he was a warm and loving father.  He came to me one day and apologized for the problems he caused when he was growing up and was greatful for the time I took with him growing up.  That was probably the best day of being a parent, and the worst day was when they called me to tell me he was in an accident.  And worst of all was that he died before I could get to him.  On top of that, the corner refused to let me see him, so I didnt feel like I got to say good-bye.  That was over two years ago and I still have days when I don't want to get out of bed.  It was my job as his mother to protect him, and I failed.  Not only did I lose my son, but I lost my best friend.   

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Comment by Steph on October 7, 2018 at 9:17pm
Dawn....you did not fail your son. Your son loved you and you were a great mom. He became a loving parent because you taught him love. He will forever be with you. Look for his signs...they are there.

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