Nine months...that is how long I carried my son and today that is how long he has been away from me.  So far it is a day that I feel detatched from this life.  I feel like I am just an observer of things happening around me.  Periodically the tears just flow quietely down my face.  No one around me realizes that at this very time 9 months ago, my son climbed a ladder to do a routine job that ended in a freak accident that took his life.  I know that I know that I know that when he fell from that ladder that Jesus reached down and scooped him up before Clinton even knew anything was wrong.  When I can get past the pain, I take great comfort in that fact.  I intend to continue to live my life in such a way that I can be reunited with Clinton when I leave this earth.  For now, everyday life is still a struggle...