It's been six years this year since I lost my little boy. Life has continued, sometimes barely. I think of him all the time. What would he be like at 9 yrs old? He has two little brothers he never met. I have given up hope of the afterlife. Been close but I haven't. My faith has brought me a long way. I remember the day after the accident his brother looked at me and wanted to know why we haven't gottem him yet, an angel came down, I beleive it was Junior, and let Ryan know he was ok. I felt the presence, can't really explain it more than that. I prayed and prayed to GOD to let me hold him and he came to me in a dream, running accross and jumped up and let me hold him. He said "GOD told me to hug you one last time". I hold onto that moment, if you want to call it a moment.