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Well, so much has happened since the last time I wrote. Where to begin...
My niece, Renee Michelle Spencer, was born on 10.10.05. My dad got a kick out of the date. She was 8 lbs 11 oz. A big baby. No birth defects! I was worried about that since Amanda smoked and who knows what else while she was pregnant. I hung out at the hospital all day with my mom and dad. I thought I was OK. I was, up til the point I first laid eyes on her. It was really hard. So precious and innocent. The next day I gave my parents the letter. I didn't know how they would react. But I shouldn't have worried at all. I have the best parents. They were so supportive and I couldn't have asked for any better response.
In a lot more somber news. The same week of the birth we found out Justin was missing. A week after that his body was found in Fox Lake, IL. I couldn't believe it. I was in denial. I think everyone was in denial. It didn't really hit me until this last Thursday at work when I just broke down. I didn't really know what I was feeling. There was no warning, completely out of the blue. He was way too young and way too full of life to leave this world so early. He had an enormous amout of love around him, his memorial was beautiful. I didn't him too well, I wish I had. I cryed so much. I don't want to know how I react if someone I was close to left. It's made me realize that you can't predict what is to come, and to make all of life while you can. To make the concious effort to let people know how you feel about them. To do the best I can to be the best friend I can be. I can't think about this anymore without crying, so that is all. Rest in peace, Daubs, you will always live on in the hearts of those you touched, intentionally or from afar.
My niece, Renee Michelle Spencer, was born on 10.10.05. My dad got a kick out of the date. She was 8 lbs 11 oz. A big baby. No birth defects! I was worried about that since Amanda smoked and who knows what else while she was pregnant. I hung out at the hospital all day with my mom and dad. I thought I was OK. I was, up til the point I first laid eyes on her. It was really hard. So precious and innocent. The next day I gave my parents the letter. I didn't know how they would react. But I shouldn't have worried at all. I have the best parents. They were so supportive and I couldn't have asked for any better response.
In a lot more somber news. The same week of the birth we found out Justin was missing. A week after that his body was found in Fox Lake, IL. I couldn't believe it. I was in denial. I think everyone was in denial. It didn't really hit me until this last Thursday at work when I just broke down. I didn't really know what I was feeling. There was no warning, completely out of the blue. He was way too young and way too full of life to leave this world so early. He had an enormous amout of love around him, his memorial was beautiful. I didn't him too well, I wish I had. I cryed so much. I don't want to know how I react if someone I was close to left. It's made me realize that you can't predict what is to come, and to make all of life while you can. To make the concious effort to let people know how you feel about them. To do the best I can to be the best friend I can be. I can't think about this anymore without crying, so that is all. Rest in peace, Daubs, you will always live on in the hearts of those you touched, intentionally or from afar.