Happy Anniversary Mr. Waddles

Eleven years sure does fly by fast... Thank you for the music tribute this morning, though it's left me a little more than raw. The visit in the wee hours was super sweet too. You're still the best :*

Love, me

Happy Birthday Mr. Waddles...

In the complete irony that was and continues to be your life today the Colorado AG's office files their response in the first round of appeals... here's to the continuation of Divine intervention... miss you Honey ♥

Happy Birthday ECD

Keep on becoming the wonderful young woman your father was and continues to be so proud of and stay true to yourself first and foremost.

A Belated Birthday Wish

Believe it or not... I've not forgotten. ARD has been on my mind all weekend and week long. Actually, for several weeks coming up to the big day. I just don't know what to say. Yeah, me at a loss for words. I know you're all shocked.

So... happy belated birthday ARD. I know your dad is there every day checking in on you because he still checks in here too. Though we've never met we still have that one thing in common - the unconditional eternal love of an amazing man who I wish you had the chance to still have in your life.

Much love,

The Swarm...

It felt bizarre, surreal, and completely out of place to be packing up bags in the hotel room knowing that 50 miles or so away there was a buzz of commotion happening that day. Pulling out and driving east and north to head home when all the action was west of where we'd been. It was as if we were leaving before our job was done. Granted, we'd be back. I knew that much for a fact. I glanced at the police station on my way past and started to feel that hole that had suddenly been created in my heart.

I've wondered now for three years how anyone could have search warrants presented and their house and cars gone through and not know that the gig was up? How could anyone with half a conscious sit there and pretend they didn't already know he was dead? How could they pretend they'd driven as far as Texas Creek to look for Jim but never as far as Canon City again? And yet his car had been found in the Lone Pine pull out... in plain view. Some questions I'll never have answers to.

Some I understand a little more with each passing day. I've done a lot of reading in the last year about individuals who could do that. If anyone is interested in trying to understand just how a person could sit there and try to play the authorities after such a brutal event might I suggest checking out "The Sociopath Next Door: The Ruthless Versus the Rest of Us" by Martha Stout. It helped to know we hadn't been alone in dealing with people with that type of mentality.