I Lost My Son When I Was 23 Weeks Pregnant. It Still Seems Just As Hard As It Was Yesterday. I Live My Life Day By Day It Seems. Its Weird I Since Have 2 Children Whom Are My World. Every Day I Think Of My Son I Lost. I Still Out Of Nowhere Cry Or A Tear Slides Down With Out Notice. I Also Know That I Must Pick Up Pieces Somewhere. People Say How Good I Am Doing And How Strong I Seem To Be When In Fact It Is Just The Opposite. So If Anone Just Lost A Child Hang In There. Its Been 6 Years For Me.: