My son, who would have been 21 this summer, hanged himself on February 13 2019. Valentine's eve. My baby boy. Gone. There are no words to describe what it did to me, and what it did to the family. I went into his room midday expecting to find him still in bed. I found him hanging in the closet. Two lives were destroyed that day. The neighbors called the police when they heard my screams. I could not leave my house for months and lost my clients. My older child had to move back in to support me because I refused to go out or clean the house or even eat food. My life had lost all purpose and for a while it was over. Life has never felt so empty. Not a moment goes by that I don't think of him. I spend countless hours every day thinking of how I could have changed it. I know I could have.