First Holiday without my son. Only you my dear friends can understand what this feels like. While the country celebrates, I'm home packing up our families memories and crying for my child who will never be able to enjoy another firework display, or open another chiratmas present, plan another birthday party. I feel like I'm being ripped apart, it hurts so much, and none if my family or friends understand why I'm miserable. I am not saying I expect the people who care about us to stop living thier lives, but at least take a moment to stop and realize that this day might be difficult for us. :(