This whole process is really, really hard. Seeing picturesof Daddy taken down, it was impossible to sleep at all last night. Luckily my son slept over again last night and some extra hugs from Bubba made it ok. It's all normal for this insanity going on, I need to get on as does she. It hurts, but it's gotta happen I guess.

On Saturday night, Van and Viv slept over, we watched E.T. on my iMac cuddling in my bed. At the end when Elliot gave ET a hug, my son asked, "Why is hugging a naked alien?"

"Very good question son."

Tha haunted house went really well on Friday night. We scared some kids and a couple parents too. My knee is still hurting a bit from kneeling down behind the hidden picture frame and inside the coffin for a period too. The wolfman mask was itchy too.

Meanwhile my mother is going to have a second surgery on a third broken bone found in her ankle, she will be relocated to her third hospital today for the procedure. She won't be home by the end of the week most likely. This has been hard on my dad - he's visiting his injured wife, helping make sure his grandfather gets his meds and has meals, and then there's this miserable son in the basement that doesn't seem to eat, sleep, or smile unless his kids are around. I know I'll be OK eventually Dad, love will be the answer, one way or another - we'll all make it through.