So ever since the beginning of the summer, Me, Betsy and the kids (Brenna and Breyson) have been going to this State park called Eagle Island and there’s a little beach and it is roped off so it’s pretty fun. We just go and swim there all day.

Last night at around 5:30 pm Broc and I got into the truck and headed out to a place that we can never go back from. A place that just a couple of months ago was so far away. A place that even now seems surreal, like it never really happened. At about a quarter to six, I said good by to my little boy, walked thorough an empty church, got in my truck and drove home – by myself.