On the 14th of March 1985 my husband and I thought we had it all, actually we did, we already had a beautiful daughter and now we had a beautiful son, our family was complete and we looked forward to the future and seeing our children grow and go on to have their own children. We had so many hopes and plans for them and in one split second on the 22nd of March 2004 nine days after my big beautiful boys 19th birthday, our entire life was shattered. Marc was going into town to meet some of his friends but unfortunately never got there. He was killed in a car accident three miles from home. He was a very careful driver and was not driving fast but somehow his car left the road and he died from his injuries.The police had a witness and no one could figure out how it happened but it didn't really matter to us all we cared about was the fact that our "bonnie" boy would never walk in the door again. The morning after Marc's accident I wakened up and for a split second I thought life was normal like it had been the morning before and then it hit me that I no longer had my son. The pain of loosing a child can not be described, even now six and a half years later I still cannot describe the pain that I live with everyday, the only people who really know what it is like are parents like us who have lost a child. My husband and daughter fell apart and could not deal with anything so I had to arrange the funeral, notify everyone I needed to that my son had died and try and hold everyone else up. I was in what I can only describe as "autopilot". We were visited by the police, the doctor,the undertaker and just about everyone who lives in our village. Inside I was screaming but I had to keep going so that our son's funeral was a testament to the wonderful person he was, and still is, I do not know how we ever got through the first days. The house was full of friends and family and when they were there you wanted them to go and when they were gone you wanted them to come back. We visited Marc everyday and were the last people to see him before his body was taken to church. His funeral was huge we were told later that there had been over a 1000 people at it and everyone that was there was there for Marc. He brought a smile to the faces of everyone who met him and he was always smiling himself, he lit up the room when he entered it. Even in death he had a smile on his face, he looked so perfect and serene. After the funeral was over and everyone had gone home what was left of our "perfect" family had to try and find a new "normal".