It started out like an ordinary Sunday morning. That August 4, 2013. Reading the Sunday paper, drinking coffee and just happy that there was one more day left before we had to head back for a week of work. Just like September 11, 2001, it was a beautiful day. My beautiful healthy youngest daughter Amy came downstairs first telling me that her friend had won his boxing tournament in Kansas City which she had been monitoring all weekend and then proceeded to tell me she was worried that she wasn’t feeling well. Her symptoms were similar to a virus or possibly eating something the night before that didn’t agree with her. I ran out to buy her ginger ale and when I returned home she was just getting out of the shower. She came back downstairs and told me she was afraid because she felt so strange. Again no chest pain or trouble breathing. Seriously, she was 27 years old and how would I ever suspect that my baby would collapse and die minutes later. That was the wrecking ball that hit my family’s life and shattered the world as I knew it forever!