It’s about 7:30 wednesday night.. the day before what would be Sam’s 17th brithday.. All today.. all this week really.. I’ve been emotionaly very reserved . I am trying to let go of figureing out how I’m supposed to feel. I’m takign tomorrow off to spend some quiet time .I just spent soem time looking at some pictures of Sam and listening to some music from his memorial… Here’s a song that Max wrote for the service. That finanly let me cry.. and it feels good.

I love you my son..
-me