My Second birthday without Moses, just can't stop thinking about him today. When other people lost a child I wondered how I would deal with it if it ever happened to me. How would I feel on birthdays, holiday's or even for one day to the next. It sound really strange I guess to think that way, but I rememeber about about a month before Moses died he came in to the kitchen to talk to me. He was having a rough day, was looking a part time job and having no luck finding one. A couple of his friends had walked away from jobs a month or so before that day and had already got a new job. Moses was just about to graduate with a degree in autobody paint & repair. He spoke to me that day about being tired of life how things just were not to good. No job, which meant no money. Wanting to go back to school to get a business degree, so him and a friend could open a autobody repair shop. Then he told me that he was going to die soon, he didn't say how he knew he just said his time was close. I looked at with tears in my eyes and told him no, that I wouldn't let him. I couldn't live without him. I'm older it should be me, mothers don't bury their children. We huged and cried. "yes mamma, thats how it is going to happen. I don't how or when but it will be soon." As I look back I wish I would have asked him more questions, but at the time death was something I just didn't want to talk about. Moses was my son, a very dear and sweet person and a good friend. Today my heart is breaking all over again.