My first child Josh was actually more like my best freind than my Son. Born July 21, 1979 the first Grandchild for my Mom and Dad. He was truly the apple of their eye. Josh and I lived with Grandma and Grandpa until he was 7 years old. Josh had the best personality and was extremely popular. He was the one who would give the shirt off his back to anyone who needed it. He constantly worried me and had a very nonchalant attitude. Josh was very handsome and extremely lovable. It was hard to be mad at him because of those puppy dog eyes! Josh won the Vote in 7th grade for "Prettiest Eyes" and "Most Likely to Never Grow Up". Boy, if I only knew how true that would become. On July 1, 1998 my life took a tragic turn for the worse. My beautiful son Josh was killed in a fight. He was just 20 day's away from his 19th birthday, July, 21st. This has changed my life forever. One thing that has helped me cope is my other love, my son Anthony. But the main secrete weapon I use for "grief relief" are my Boxer's. After all, Josh is the one who started this whole obsession. Josh died on Duke's 2 year birthday
7-1-98, Duke grieved himself ill and died of Cancer on 9-23-98, Benjamin's Birthday. I received a "vision" from them that day, I closed my eye's and it was like a movie, Josh said "Come on boy", and Duke jumped in his arm's. Josh was smiling that beautiful smile he had. It was then that I realized, he needed his dog more than me. After all, I could alway's get another Boxer, but how wonderful for Joshie to have his best freind!
