Our son lives right next door to us, and he has children.
They will remember how their only son died three years ago at the age of 18, and yet lives on.
He is dead, but his son still lives in the community.
My son didn't live more than a few hours, but I can feel for the parents of that little girl.
She does not; after all, her son is living with a man half his age.
Why should your own son live when the others die?
He had a son of the same name, who was also an artist, living in 1550.
Had my son lived, I could have left it to him.
One son still lives in Brooklyn near the same park.
Her second son lived, but the mother died on day of his birth.