Happy 16th birthday to my angel! Wow, Dylan its been a year, 5 months and 1 day and it still feels like it only happened a week ago. I miss everything about you. I miss hearing you laugh at whatever was playing on Nick Jr. I miss you giving me an attitude when I would bother mom. I miss when you would give everybody who wasn’t mom a hard time when they tried to feed you. I miss hearing you scream for daddy when he came through the front door. I miss being able to hug you whenever I needed to feel loved. I miss your big bright eyes and that beautiful smile. You were the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me and I love you so much. Rest in Peace my angel.


Dylan, it wasn’t like that, you have to believe me.  I was so scared, you have no idea.  I had no one to protect me. I was a little girl.  I was a kid.  My father scared the crap out of me. My mother was sedated all the time.  My brother would not leave me alone. I had to get away. I had no voice to tell him not to do it. I had no power to stop him.  I wanted to stop him. God knows I wanted to stop him.  I wanted to tell him to leave me alone. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him to leave me alone.  This is not your fault, but it’s not my fault either. 

I would like to light a candle for Cassie Bernall, Steve Curnow, Corey DePooter, Kelly Fleming, Eric Harris, Matt Kechter, Dylan Klebold, Daniel Mauser, Daniel Rohrbough, Rachel Scott, Isaiah Shoels, John Tomlin, Lauren Townsend, Kyle Velasquez and Dave Sanders. May you all have found peace wherever you are. You are not forgotten.


‘Dead Poets Society’, Peter Weir (1989)

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Rest in Peace, Robin Williams. You will not be forgotten.

This is my farewell.