Dear Son, you are not here and life has gone on and some days are so hard only God understands as its not possible to be expressed. Strangely enough, the loss of you my son, has contributed to my striving to be a better person each day and this is manifested in the way I react to the unkind/evil actions of others. My reaction is, what is this compared to the loss of my son? I know I will never again experience hurt or pain that can in any way compare to losing you. My son, you are always and forever in my heart. A headstone is just a tradition. It expresses nothing of the loss and pain and the love I have for my beloved child. Memories are wonderful. They always stay with you whether they be good or bad. Thank you for the memories son. There's always something to share with Nesa, Chipo Jade, Winston, Gillian , Aunt Jan, Grandma -oh too many to mention- Decansa en paz mi primerohijo XXX