What happened

On February 18th, 1993 I got the call that is every mother's worst nightmare. My oldest son was shot and killed. The worst part is that he pulled the trigger. He was 17 years old.

On September 22nd, 1999 his little brother (then 22) went to the cemetary where Shane's ashes are and shot himself in the head. He wanted to be with his brother--wherever that is when you kill yourself.

It was also what happened between their deaths. Howie, Ryan's best friend, was murdered. His brief story in the blogs posted.

How much could one 22 year old take?

Monday, March 9, 2009

I miss their friends, too!

As every mother knows, when you have a couple of children close in age, you spend your life getting to know their friends, too. When Shane died, I also lost his friends who used to come by and chat with me now and then.

After Ryan died, there were no more young men (his friends) around here, either. Every so often on Ryan's birthday we all meet at the cemetary with cake and celebrate Ryan's life. That seemed to have faded away, too.

If any of the boys' friends stop by and read this, please leave me a hello?!

I miss your stories.

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Happy Birthday, Shane!

You would have been 34 today.