We're in Lancaster this weekend, it's been seven years since Shane died.

His ashes are here in a grave with his grandmother.

His mom, Corinne, is doing pretty well. Considering.

Today should have been your twenty-ninth happy birthday, Shane.

Your mom's doing a lot of cooking today, we have a big study weekend starting tonight so it's keeping her mind occupied.

She misses you, especially today. We all miss you.

It's been five years today, since we lost Shane.

His mom and I took Lauren to the beach (on a cold, windy day) for an hour or so to just relax, be alone, and do a little mourning.

I wrote her a poem for today which nobody seems to understand. :-) I'm sure Shane would have thought me a nut.

Five years. It's been such a long time.