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85 Journaling Continues Chapter Seventeen November 12, 2007 7:40pm Four months without my son I wake up; I go to sleep, and still no closer to an answer of why I have to be the mom that can only think about her son's hugs and kisses. My Bryant stood 6'1, brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin and a smile that caught more attention than any boy I know. He was my joy and my precious angel. I could buy Bryant a pair of shoes and he would appreciate it. He would drive to Louisiana and drive back to Tennessee and never ask you for gas money unless I remembered to give him cash. But he would never ask. Bryant sat on the couch next to me watching football and let me lie on his shoulder and never move, even if his arm was asleep. He made my day by just needing me to cook him breakfast. I miss him more than words could ever explain. You would have to feel my pain in order to understand what it's like to lose your precious child. I once only thought I knew what that must feel like. I was way off.