06.03.2013 -- The widow got her insurance check sometime this past week. I didn't ask how much. As i go through the days memories of my son keep popping in my head. My memories of him are mostly of a child. Although he lived with us most of his life. On my desk here sits a caddy of pencils, pens and other office tools. There is one pencil that has never been sharpened. One christmas someone gave him a case of pencils with ball team inscriptions. This pencil here is for the padres. He loved baseball and was an excellent ball player himself. I didn't get to go to a lot of his games. I works nights at that particular time. He broke his leg sliding into second base. By then I was working day shift.

The baby is doing well. At 9:15 I went in to check on her and she was quietly playing with her baby doll in her bed. I wonder how often she does that. Plays for a while before hollering wanting her breakfast. It probably comes from the days she knew it would not do any good to cry. I think she knows now if she cries I will be there in a few seconds.