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?

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Happy July 4th!

This is one of the holidays I miss my boys the most. The family getting together, picnics full of food, parades, and fun blowing up little toys.  I don't, however, miss the day full of nail-biting praying that they stay safe from fireworks. In that respect, it was one of a mother's worst days.

I only pray now that Shane and Ryan see the beautiful celebration of fireworks from the best viewing spot in the Heavens, and that they watch out for all the little people and keep them safe from harm.

God bless my boys, and God bless the USA.

Happy Birthday, Shane!

You would have been 34 today.