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?

Saturday, February 18, 2012

I love you, boys.


  1. Shane, I can't believe it's been 19 years since you've been gone. If it happens to be that when we cross over to the next dimension that you can read my laptop, just want you to remember how much you meant to me, and how much I deeply miss you still.

  2. My Dad died on the next date, February 19th, but I just can't (or don't want to) remember how long ago. RIP Dad.

  3. What a nice picture of the two of them. I have such fond memories from childhood of Shane and my buddy Ryan. And my mom has told me how great your dad was. Praying for you during what must be an especially difficult time.



Happy Birthday, Shane!

You would have been 34 today.