My precious son, Killian Drake, was born still on September 19, 2004. He was/is the love of my life. My future seemed set and full of promises, than in one day my entire life was forever changed by the Best & Worst moments of life. From my warm, loving womb, my Killian was given to me, all 9 pounds of him, beautiful and so very perfect, but with no life in him. I remember thinking, he's gonna cry, but that moment never happened, at least not in this life.

I will dedicate my life to bring meaning from his life and from his death. The meaning of my son’s name, "Killian", is "to fight". He did just that! He had been telling his mommy in the womb that it was past time to be born, but with all my pleading, the cries of a mother were ignored. The doctors played Russian roulette with my precious son’s life, ultimately causing him to die. My miracle that I had prayed twenty years for was gone. Until we meet again it is Mommy’s desire, Killian, to follow God's word so that I can get to Heaven to hold you again, for eternity. I love you, sweet boy!

Thank you so very much to everyone who visits and remembers my precious Killian, fondly known as my "chunky butt". Your amazing support carries me through my days. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Keena. 

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