Wednesday, January 13, 2010


There are emergency vehicles screaming their way down the main road outside of our neighborhood at this moment.

I can only think of that day in April. And wonder if the way the sound is reverberating around my living room walls is the same as it was that day. I wonder if the same people are driving the trucks. If they too are remembering a different day that they worked on a 9 year old boy.

I wonder if another family is beginning a nightmare of a journey. And I pray for them.


Sarah Mae said...

I just read through your blog, your story. I hate this, and I'm so sorry.

Your boy is beautiful.

Madhyamaka said...

I came upon your blog while reading random blogs and am so sorry for your loss. You write beautifully and eloquently. My thoughts and prayers are with you.