My son, my heart, my life.  My son was lost.  Wandering through life trying to find where he fit in.  Drugs and the company it keeps offered a false sense of welcoming.

Scotty was a larger than life personality that lit up the room every time he walked in the door.  He loved and adored his little sisters and step brothers, and taking his role as big brother very seriously.  My son never knew how many lives he has touched, and how many people truly love and miss him.  He left a piece of himself with each of us.  He would give the best bear hugs....the ones where you couldn't breath, but didn't want him to stop as they were so wonderfully warm.

There is not a day that goes by that my heart and thoughts don't turn to him, be it good or bad.  I try more for good.  I miss my baby.  I think to myself....my son died once, and I die over and over again each morning I open my eyes and he is no longer here.  I am still gathering strength, and will continue to do so, but I want to share more of my story at some point to help others. If my story, my son's story, can help just one person with this disease, then what I am doing is not in vain.  To be continued........