The Loss of the Most Precious Gift

<I>In my state of shock and dismay I asked God over and over again Why? Always before closing my eyes at night I prayed for my sons asking God to keep them healthy happy and safe. I never dreamed that a horrific crime would take one of their lives. This nightmare was indeed unbelievable. I was unable to focus. I kept thinking that there had been a mistake; I kept trying to convince myself that it wasn't James who had been killed. I found myself rambling on and on in an attempt to comprehend the reality that I had lost my oldest son. The situation was hopeless. </I></P>