It was still dark and cold, we were trying to stay under
the covers just a little while longer.....you know....
There was pounding at the door!! Who, What...at
this hour.
Grabbed my robe, went to the back door..there stood
Jen, Jeff and a Police Officer..."Oh, Jen, I said, "Where's
Heath?" They were all looking at the ground and
wouldn't answer me..."Jen, I said, "Where's Heath"
I heard her scream, but I could not have heard what
I thought I heard, could I? I held the wall and begged
her with my eyes to say something else...she just screamed....Heath's dead.
I hope to make you proud of me. Proud that I did not retreat into my anguish, but survived and went on to right some VERY wrongs.
Will always love you, always,
MOM
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