Sunday morning and I woke up in Margaret's room in the hospital. Billy had slept on the second bed and I had slept on the padded window sill (six feet long.) It took a few minutes to realize that it was real and part of our family had been murdered.
The hospital provided Billy and I meals and everyone was very good to us. The story had been on the news and the day was taken up with visits from Church members and teachers from Billy and Ryan's school. Laurie, Joey, their two girls, Frankie and Ryan also came to visit so the day was very full and we didn't have time to think. By the time everyone had left we were exhausted. Since Billy had to go to school the next day, we were all in bed by 10:00 PM
I didn't know then that I would not sleep as well as I had the night before.
Love and Blessing to all,
John
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