When I was fifteen I lost my son. He only lived a couple of hours. Now 19 years later I lost my seventeen year old son Andy in a car wreck. I went to the morge to see him and I can\\\'t get that out of my head. I can\\\'t close my eyes without seeing him. He\\\'s crying for me to find him and save him. On the day we burried him was the day I lost my first son. I am now losing my faith and the will to live.Please help.
Thank you,
Jenny