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.