Today my older son, John, would have been 44 years old. He died Oct. 12, 1986, a few weeks before his 23rd birthday. I guess you really can't wish a happy birthday to someone who no longer celebrates them, but I don't care; I think of him every day.
Happy birthday, son. I miss you.
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Babs, I remember the day I heard that your son was killed in an accident. I think Michele Lipner told me. I thought at the time that the loss of a child surely is the very worst thing a parent can experience. I still think so. Love and peace I send you.
{{{Barbara}}}
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