Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Well, we started going through what we recovered from the fire today. So far, all we've found of Andrew's is a picture of him dresses as Benito Mussolini for a History Class presentation he did last year. Elie started crying when she saw it. I've been depressed ever since because I've realize how much of Andrew's we don't have; there is so little to remember him by.
At the very least, I'll always have my memories. Heh, there was this one time, I remember, when Andrew was little, we were trying to get him out of dippers and into underwear, but he said dippers were too comfortable. A few days later, Andrew's cousins were over and they started teasing him about the fact he still wore dippers when Anthony didn't. Andrew immediately became potty trained. It was hilarious.
Man, this helps, really, even if no one reads this, just talking about it helps. Oh, and Anthony seems to be getting a little better, he hasn't been laying in bed all day today. -Kyle