My first baby was a preemie and lived only 13 days. I went into horrible depression for 3 years, until I became pregnant with my second child. This was the answer to my prayers and life was good. On my daughter's 24th birthday, she ran some errands while her cake baked. The phone rang and instead of celebrating her birthday, we said goodbye to her in the hospital. It was raining, a curve in the road (1/2 mile from where I grew up), 30 mph with her seat belt on. As shocked as I was in the ER, I vowed NOT to become depressed,(again)and to be there for the other family members devastated by this. I kept my weekly schedule, I was there for others, these things helped. Stay busy, the alone times can be the worst. It helps to talk to other parents in this situation. Check out Forever Family Foundation. We may never understand why we outlive our children, but it happens. If you need to lean on somebody, do it. Let us be here for each other. <img src="/images/graemlins/heart.gif" alt="" />