Saturday, January 22, 2011

Thinking of my boy

I've spent the afternoon and evening going through Jim's stuff. His whole life is crammed into a big box in the basement. How could that be?? I continue to look for clues to his death, but the clues aren't there. I often go to bed at night thinking that Jim will come to me with the answer, but he never does. The nightmare isn't going to go away....ever. And, the answers will never come....ever. Jim's MOM

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