Surviving the loss of a child is a horror that no parent should have to face. Sadly, it happens every day. I faced this horror on June 30, 2002 when my son was killed in a car accident at the very young age of nineteen. Life was over, as I knew it. In my darkest hours, I would focus on my husband and two beautiful daughters. I could not bear to lose them too. I was determined to survive and keep my family whole. As I embarked on the road to recovery I ventured back out into the world and crossed paths with many old and new friends. Continually they would comment on how good I looked but if...