Tonight I hung out with Jordan and Sara.
We went up to Kristen’s room to find a game.
They love to be in her room and to look at all her many things,
especially her snow globes.
The kids always include Kristen in their prayers.
“Please let Kristen come back from heaven now.”
The other day his mom was rather surprised when
“Please let us all die soon so we can go to heaven to be with Kristen.”
Sara could not figure our why Kristen didn't take her watch with her to heaven.
Halloween was difficult this year. I really thought I was going to be alright,
then all of a sudden I pretty much lost it. I started crying and couldn't stop.
I turned off all the lights and went upstairs and sat in Kristen's room.
I think Rich must have noticed that I was having a hard time and he asked if I wanted to go
to the cemetery. Even though it was late, I said yes. Her pumpkin that I had dropped
off earlier was glowing. The night was still and quiet.
The dried leaves from a nearby tree had rested around her headstone.
I soon noticed that the windmill that was placed between her headstone and my fathers
started spinning. It started going faster and faster. I looked at Rich and asked him
if the wind was blowing. We both looked around and neither of us thought it was.