Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Our eight year old daughter drew a picture of Ryan and wrote Saint Ryan at the top. She told me it seems like he is dead because we don't know where he is most of the time. I have the same dream every night where the police come and get him and take him away in handcuffs.
My friend called and was complaining because her sons were fighting. They are 17 and 19. I thought that was strange and then I thought maybe it is strange because our boys don't fight and haven't fought for so long. Our youngest son was so proud when his oldest brother made fraternity president and likewise his brother has been proud of him. I can't really remember when any of them last fought.
I really hope Kyle checks in soon. He came over on Halloween and took a shower. His brother let him in because I was at work. I would have loved to see him and hugged him. He was wearing a big coat.
I'm glad I cleaned his room. It is full of creative energy underneath all the debris.