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Wednesday, Aug. 04, 2004 - 9:11 p.m.

The worst two days of my life were May 30, 1997 and October 13, 1997. These were the days that I lost two very important people in my life. May 30th I woke up to find my daughter, who at the time was four years old, sitting talking to my mother on the couch in the livingroom. I told her that it was too early and to go back to bed and let Hamma enjoy the rest of her morning. Firstly my mother got the name "Hamma" because when my eldest son was first starting to talk he couldn't pronounce "Gramma" and that's how he said it, my mom took a shine to it and it stuck. Secondly my mother liked the quiet of the house early in the morning and she used to call it "her time". So I figured hustling my daughter back to bed would give her that time. Mom kissed Aimee on the head and she and I went back to bed. I woke up about two hours later to find that mom had not left for work yet. Her Jeep was still in the yard. So I figured that she might had fallen back to sleep on the couch, I had to wake her. But when I got about two or three steps into the livingroom, things just didn't look right. Most anything after this point remain a blur to me but I will explain what I can remember. I ran to my mother's side and feverishly tried to wake her. I was in complete panic at this point. My wife, who was right behind me, called 911 while I took my mother down off the couch onto the ground, trying to compose myself enough to remember all the training that I had had in C.P.R. I'm not quite sure exactly how things went from there to when a police cruiser pulled into the driveway. I remember Nikki saying, "The police are here." I looked out to see the town's D.A.R.E. officer, a close friend of mom's, climbing out of his car and heading for his trunk. I ran outside to help him. In retrospect I believe I might even had been looking for some quick solice, I don't know. Once he took over doing C.P.R. I walked out the back door. Nikki soon followed. Outside by what was once our pool I was met by my neighbor and father of my childhood best friend. There was some small talk, I don't know. I told him, once the EMT's arrived, that if they brought her out with a sheet over her face that I didn't want to know. To make a long story short, she was gone and and I was broken. Alot more happened soon thereafter, too much to get into now.

Tell you about the second worst day next time. 'Til then, behave yourselves.



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