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Today, we would have celebrated my son's 35th Birthday; instead, I wept at his headstone. Todd was taken from us 14 years ago and each year that passes, I react differently. Each time a new friend learns of my loss, I react differently. But, I have come to realize that I am normal and these reactions are 'my normal'. This year there were tears, last year there were smiles. When I talk about Todd, I usually speak with joy in my heart and a smile on my face, but on occasion, tears run down my face. You never know what you will get. And this is 'my norm'. Someone once told me "I couldn't go on living, after losing a child"... what is that supposed to mean? Was I supposed to crawl into a corner and fade away? There is another child in my life, a young man who needs me, and needs to know that it is ok to live his life. There are children born into this family would never meet Todd, but can know who he was, and can love him just the same and the only way...