Back again! Two days in a row! R U impressed? Yesterday I wrote about my dad. Maybe today I should write about my mom. As of July 16, she will have been gone for 15 years. A long time, but I still miss her. I've never actually said that out loud to anyone before. Not even my sisters. I don't know why I find it so hard to talk about. The guy who killed her has come up for parole twice in the last year. My sisters, aunt, and cousins have went to Ohio to fight it both times. He was denied the first time. This time, his case has been sent to a higher parole board for review. If he gets approved for parole, we will have to go in front of the whole parole board and say why we think he should be denied. Not fun. I'm terrified he's going to get out, but tired of going through the whole emotional story every time he comes up for parole. It's like reliving that tragic event over and over again.

I just keep thinking of all the stuff she missed while we were growing up. It doesn't seem fair. I'll never understand why stuff like this happens. I guess I probably never will.