I decided to place a post here because I saw one that said there is no greater pain than having to bury your child. Well, I lost mine over men and drugs and I regret it every day. I think about them all the time and I cry all the time. I even write them letters from time to time and tell them how much I miss them because I know one day they will come looking for me and they will want to know who I am. All I can do is hope and pray that they can forgive me for the things that I have done and still give me a chance to be their mother...So it's not as bad as death but it is almost as bad..I hate myself everyday for what I have done.