Thank you all for your kind words. My son's birthday was yesterday as well as mine. He was born on my 18th birthday. I don't really think a parent survives the loss of a child. I think the best way to describe it is to say that my life has been devided in to two parts before and after. I don't think I dealt as well as I have seen others, but I guess it all depends on the relationship you had with the child and how strong you are to begin with. I always thought I was strong, but not so much. As far as the relationship, he was my best friend and the pride of my life.
I had made myself a promise that on our birthday, I would change some things in my life. I would pick up some of the things I once enjoyed with him. Most important, after the wreck I had picked up something else - a vodka bottle. I am done with that. 8 months is long enough to wear that bandaid. Time to clear out the fog and see the sun again. I am truely back- back from a very dark place. Nice have people here to greet me.