This morning my 17yr-old son walked in my bedroom.  With a low voice he said, 'Mom, I need you to look up something." I knew something was wrong by the sad tone in his voice. My son stood by me and I heard his words,  "They are saying Marque is dead!" He walked in circles and with one breath he said,  "Mom, I don't even know what I am doing right now. I'm lost. How is this possible? Wow, Mom look  for me and tell me they are wrong" I wanted to tell him it's not Marque. But even if not, someone else will bury their 17yr-old son. I sat today hearing the same words I would hear over and over from my older son, when he was 17, and neighborhood youth he went to school with and played with wer