I'm a big chicken

I never contacted anyone. I learned the boy died in a motorcycle accident after he skidded off a California highway into a utility pole at high speed. He was in the military and at the base in Lompoc. While discovering his death resurfaced some of my pain, the family has now had 4 years to heal and I decided there's no need to re-open two wounds for them. My heart breaks for the girl, however. In her short life she's lost both parents and her brother. Maybe when my son is older, I'll tell him he has a half sister and how to find her. Next month will mark 13 years since "the event" I still don't like to think about.

In other news, I think it's time to give up wine before dinner. Not the blog (which clearly I don't update enough), but the actual practice!