Today, I miss my boy so much.  I don't now why GOD chose to take him from us, I don't know why Frankie chose to take that drive on Dec. fourth, and i don't know why I continue to wake up every day.  I do know that a tremendous spirit was taken from this earth that day.  That a very SPECIAL person was lost to us that day, and that my heart was ripped from my chest that day.  There are no words to describe how important this child was to me and so many others.  This young man, who wanted to have children of his own someday.  This loving, caring, gentle kid would have made a WONDERFUL Father.  I will never see his children grow up into little carbon copies of him (and us), because there never will be ANY.  I will never see what a beautiful husband he was to be, never see him at my age now, never see him do anything EVER again.  My broken heart still beats and I don't know WHY!!  I don't know anything...except that I will always love this amazing child that I felt grow inside me for months, always miss those cheesy smiles, those bear hugs.  I will always miss him playing with my hair when he was tired and curled up beside me on the bed or the couch.  Always miss him yelling for me because he was too ornery to get out of bed to turn out his own light,  tucking him in, even when he thought he was grown...ALWAYS EVERYTHING...why him, why us, why...why...why?