4 Week Anniversary of Dylan's Death
It's been four weeks today since we received the early morning phone call that told us that my son Dylan had passed away. I remember every moment of that awful morning, the nausea, the explosion of pain in my head and stomach, the disbelief, the tears that couldn't stop. I had just spoken with Dylan two days earlier where he told me about his intense workouts and plans to ask a girl out. He had just turned 22 and all that life has to offer him was waiting for him to reach out
