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Submited by: Marilyn Wilder
 
After having lost my son to an aortic dissection when he was only 28 years old, I was just beside myself. I grew up in a large family and have witnessed the deaths of my parents and half of my siblings, (most of them were younger than 45 years old at the time of their death. My friends often make comments about how my family must be cursed. On January 17, 2003, I received that phone call that most parents never expect or wish to hear. My son was on his honeymoon and his new mother-in-law had called me and told me to get to the Conroe hospital because Anthony, my son was not breathing and had been rushed to the hospital.
I went to the emergency room which is only a mile away and found him lying on a table - I didn't know at the time he as gone. I just thought he was sleeping. I walked up to him and laid my head on his chest and realized he wasn't breathing and his face was cold.
In May of that year, I drove over to the cemetery on Mother's day. I asked God to show me some sort of sign that Anthony was with him. Out of a clear blue sky, raindrops as I refer to now as "tear drops" came down. I realized then that my Anthony was home at last with our God. I love my son more than anyone will ever know and I pray to God that no child should ever be taken from their mother, again.