June 9, 1988.  A day that will haunt me till the day I take my last breathe.  I was working and received a call from his school that he had collapsed while working out in the gym.  His dad and I were to pick him up and bring him to the doctor. Since I was cliser, I arrived before his dad.  My heart told me something was definitely wrong, driving in front the school to get to the entrance,  I saw several ambulances and rescue units.  Exiting my vehicle someone,  not sure who asking me if I was Eddie's Mom, I remember answering YES, when i walked to the weight room entrance I saw Eddie on floor and someone doing CPR.  THEN i was brought to the ambulance and told to wait.   His dad arrived and I told him that they wouldn't let me see Eddie.   His Dad entered the weight room and when he came out, I KNEW IT WAS BAD. The area around us was full of his school mates and the look on their faces still haunt me today.  I see them wheel Eddie out on stretcher and put in ambulance back.  Rushed to Emergency Room, Eddie rushed behind closed doors.    Seems like forever, but it wasnt, someone came out and told his Dad and I that he was DEAD.  SHOCKED,  I KNEW THEY WERE WRONG, but that broken torn heart told me differently.   At 16 years of age, blonde hair,  blue eyes 6 foot son, my Life, my loved Lil boy, WAS GONE!  NEVER WAS I TO HOLD HIM AGAIN.   comfort him in bad times, scold him for scaring me, laugh with him..  see him grow up, become whatever he wanted, become a husband,  a father and me a grandmother. ...My world STOPPED,  MY HEART TORN with a hole that would never completely heal.  He was with God who needed him more and had accomplished what God put him on earth for, even though I wasn't ready and wanted that day to Only be a very bad dream...  IT WASN'T.  

That was one trait he got from me.    He loved people and always willing to give of himself and expected nothing in return.  But his nature also was to scare me whenever he could,  which he did OFTEN.  His dad worked offshore 14/14 so Eddie and I were fruends, but I was his mom when needed to be. 

He absolutely Loved playing football and that's where his life ended,  doing what he loved. 

fFebruary 19, 1972, we welcomed Eddie into this world. he was a month early, navel cord wrapped around his throat, came out face up, head pointed into a cone!  but he was normal by the time I held him. He loved his music,  after school when he'd get home,  he'd grab  32oz glass of milk,  cookies and head to his room, warning me that he was going listen to his music LOUD,  which meant the windows would rattle.