Three years ago this morning my beautiful son's life ended just when he was beginning to get it together for the first time ever. Three years ago today I was home sick, listening to the local news and heard it was snowing in the Hill Country around Ft. Hood and thinking that Jeremy would be enjoying that, not knowing that the snow started about the same time he died.
Three years ago tonight the messenger of death knocked on my door to give me the devastating news that turned my life upside down, inside out.
A lot can happen in three years.
I love you, Bud. And I miss you today more than most...