I'm 23 years old. I'm a mother to a child who already has his angel wings. I'm strong, but highly vulnerable. I'm sad - a lot - but I don't show it. This is my story. My experience, of the best and worst day of my life. No sugar coating or sunshine and rainbows. I hope it sheds light on something no one ever thinks will happen to them. I hope it helps other moms, their friends and families. I know it's helping me.