July 3rd, 1991 was the happiest day of my life. My first born son had been born. He was so beautiful, so healthy, so perfect. I named him Matthew because it meant "God's Gift". Matthew was my whole life. On December 26, 1992, My whole life began to fall apart. Matthew was 1 1/2 years old...I was babysitting my baby cousin Julia. She was sick with a cold so I monitored her temperature often. It was about an hour before her mother was to come and get her and I was taking her tempera...