The Cross That I Bear!

     My dreams have turned into nightmares filled with  images of Keith's final, dying moments.  I'm told as time goes on and I begin to heal, the nightmares will be replaced with precious dreams of happier times.  Then too will come warm, loving memories of my darling son; the beauty of his wide, magnificient smile, the feel of his warm hand in mine, and a kalidescope of images of the times we spent together.  But I'm not there yet.

     My pain and grief, and the anger I carry inside, motivate me to continue my fight to prevent another mother or father from every having to live in the hell I now dwell in.  It motivates me to do everything in my power to see that no other child is lost due to stupidity, selfishness and ignorance.

     And you can help - in fact, you must help!

     Hopefully, by now you've read my story about the way inhalants took my son's life.  The facts may have surprised you.  The facts may have terrified you.  But they remain - the facts!

     If you suspect someone you love is abusing inhalants, contact your family doctor or: