<p><p>Sonny boy as I call you.You would have turned 18 years old on December 31, 2017. Ironically January 1, 2018, it was 18 months since you have gone to celebrate the "Glory of Heaven". I thought of you today, I thought of you yesterday and will tomorrow too. I think of you in silence and make no outward show. For what it meant to lose you only those who love you know. Remembering is easy, I do it every day. It is the heartache of losing you that will never go away. One thing is certain "The pain of your loss is our strength today".<</p><p>We would have had our appraisal chat and I would have told you 18 years old now and an adult. You have a right to vote, can now have a driver's licence and I can get you a shaving set and if you can take care of your bills a right to be independent. In your usual way you would have smiled and told me no matter what I say or do even if you do not like it , I wouldn't get you upset because" I love you". These wonderful words of yours and memories of your hugs and kisses have kept me going. I always admired your love for God and humanity, Your calm demeanor, humility and resilience were outstanding .Love you always.</p><p> </p>