I dropped Brandon off at school this morning and watched him walk away. I realized that next Thursday it will have been six months since I dropped off Joel in the same spot and watched him walk away. It was the last time I saw him alive. I've been looking at his MySpace page. May 10th (Mother's Day) he wrote how happy and optimistic he was about the future and graduating. Four days later he left everything behind. How can a perfectly happy boy go down hill so far so fast? May 14th, 7AM was the last time I saw him alive.
