Today is sunday October 17. On this day 1998 my beautiful12 year old son was killed in a burning car accident. It was a beautiful saturday morning. I went to work ata the cafe. My sons Ben and Del came to the cafe to have lunch with their 2 friends( they are twins). As usuall Del ws fooling around at the table and fell back on his chair and french fries went everywhere. I was cooking but I saw him and I told him to behave himself. That was the last thing I said to him. When I got home from work the boys were getting ready for football practice. I sat down in a chair and relaxed. My son Ben asked me if I would drive the twin boys home so he wouldn't be late for football. I said no I was to tired. He got a bit upset but I said they should've started getting ready earlier. The boys left and I fel asleep on the chair. About 15 minutes later there was a knock on the door, It was the sheriff and the pastor of our church. The pastor said that my husband was killed in a car accident and the sheriff said " not her husband her son". I stood up and said noway they just left. Ben was driving and one of the twins was in the front and Del was in the back with the jother twin. Del was the only one with a seatbelt on.Ben did'nt see the semi coming. The car went underneath the semi spun around and slid into the ditch. The firefighters arrived and got Ben out. Then the twins. When they went back to get Del out the car blew up. It was too late. The twins and Ben were taken to the hospital. The sheriff wasn't sure it Ben was alive but the twins were alive but hurt. When I got to the hospital Ben did'nt know Del had died so I had to tell him. They brought Dels body to the hospital but would not let me see him. He had been burned 95 percent of his body. So I held him in a bodybag, Life as I knew it was now over. I went to the sight of the accident. On the ground were a pair of latex gloves on the ground full of my sons blood and burned tissue. If only