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66 he probably thought he would be in big trouble when he had to tell me he had lost his new senior class ring because we both knew how much that ring meant to him. He was so proud of his ring. And hearing this story it all made sense to me. By the time he came to visit me only a week before his accident, Bryant was so insistent that we go have his ring sized to fit. Bryant had found his ring with the metal detector he rented that day, and when he got to my house he repeated to me several times, "You know mom, this ring is a little big and I would hate to lose it, so can we go get it fixed?'' Of course, he never mentioned he had lost it in the woods during a party and then found after recruiting a band of friends to scour the grounds with a rented metal detector. The day seemed endless and I felt at times I was the only person in the room even while being surrounded by so many caring people. Losing Bryant put me in such a lonely place. I wondered how I was supposed to be acting. What was I supposed to do now; how do I go on and live without my joy? I don't remember much about that day except that there was so much food. I remember, too, that people would whisper around me and that so many people just kept coming over to me, crying and hugging me, as well as each other. Nobody knows what to say in a time like this. I never put much thought into a Mom losing a child before this happened because as Moms we simply don't want to go there. We don't want to think about those things. We even say in conversa- tion, ''I can't imagine," and I heard that said so many times during that whole week that I wanted to climb on the roof and scream, ''Well, I can imagine and I don't want to imagine…take this AWAY from me.'' Wendell wanting to drive by the crash site at first made me an- gry. Why would anyone want to do that? I know now that he was searching for comfort, and I found myself searching for comfort-