Chuck would be 34 this Sunday, the 10th.

On Saturday, February 10th, 2007, at about 6 in the morning, I woke to pounding on my front door. I jumped up and answered it.

There were 2 county cops saying that they needed to come in and speak to is. I had to go get my husband, who was frail and ill. On the way back to the door, I almost fell down. It felt like all of my blood had drained out of me, so I sat quickly, and just as quickly I flew up and watched the rest of this terrible day from outside myself.

They told us that our baby, our oldest boy, had been killed in an auto accident.

I'm sorry, I wanted to write it all down, but I cannot do that now.

Thanks tho