There are many milestones during our lives and of course we all remember the first day of school, finally turning 16 and passing the driving test and your first date are all happy milestones but we also have milestones that are heartbreaking and one of mine is today. Twenty years ago today our handsome, smart, talented, funny son left us. His departure actually began five years earlier when he was fifteen and discovered drugs . Like most people his first drug choice was marijuana but it only took a month or two for him to progress to cocaine and turn his, as well as his family's, entire world upside down. Our Eagle Scout, good student, star athlete became a stranger. A stranger who would steal from his family, friends and neighbors to get that next fix. A boy whose smile could light up a room became a surly, lying, thieving stranger. Those years were horrible for his sisters as well as his parents but most of all for himself. We became "Rehab Regulars" and just as we would all begin to get our hopes up that our boy was back there would be a relapse. I lost count of the number of times this happened but we never gave up. However, at 11:15 AM on Thursday May 12, 1988 my darling boy did give up and put a gun to his head to end his pain. What a coincidence, because that is when our pain truly began.