Twenty-four years ago I experienced a pit of grief like I never want to experience ever again.  My son died. The moment Samuel’s soul left this earth, he took part of me with him — a part of my heart and a part of my soul and I knew that those parts of “us” would never return again. I was lost.  And scared.  And felt so alone.  For the first time in my life I didn’t know if I could go on living.