This first year has been nothing more than a horrible nightmare that I must face every single day - knowing that my son will never be able to come home.  That I cannot hug him, tell him how proud I am of him or tell him I love him.  I know he knew all that when he was killed, but I have been robbed of the pleasure a mom gets to tell her son all those things.  I should not have had to give that up when he was 12 years old.  All because of the stupidity of a man to drink and drive - and the negligence of others to allow the drunk man to drive!