Tomorrow will be the third anniversary of the death of my youngest child, Justin. Justin was only 19 years old when he was killed by a drunk driver in Las Vegas, Nevada. I must tell you that as a teenager Justin was a pain in the butt and could aggrevate his mother and me to no end. He had dropped out of school (he said he just was not ready) to take a menial construction job in Las Vegas. I know that only those of you who have lost a child know that you never get over it but you do learn to go on. Last week Justin's grandfather on his mother's side succumbed to lung cancer and his very last words were that he only hopes there is a heaven so that he could see Justin one last time. I am not posting this because I want or need anyone's sympathies, "sorry for your loss", etc as I am well beyound there and would encourage you to refrain. My reason for posting this is like a small memorial to his memory. One of many that I try to do every year and throughout the years. I feel strongly that a loved one lives on only through the memories of the people left behind and if by some slight chance there is something like a heaven then he will know that we remember him and miss him.