Oh my gosh, how this hurts. I ache for all he will never see, say or do or be. My sweet baby would have loved 21, it would have meant so much to him, all that "now I'm an adult" stuff, in charge of himself and his life and he was preparing nicely for that too. I can only watch a fake movie in my mind of the "would have's", and "could have's" and certainly the "should have's".