The poem/quote posted below was sent to me by one of Scott's friends. I didn't know who it was at first, but letely I've been getting a lot of mail from people whose names I don't recognize. But Scotty recognized the name in my inbox as a friend from his NASCAR sims racing league. I had no idea any of them read my blog. It's good to know he has friends that have read along and support him. God knows it has made all the difference in the world for me to know that all of you were reading and supporting me. I hope you all know how much we appreciate it.

I'm off now, to deal with the ugly business of funeral arrangements and burial plots, and trust me, it's definitely a business, and a lucrative one at that. It sickens me to think about all the people who will profit from my son's death - the same people who profitted from my daughter's. We're using the same funeral home and cemetery. It isn't that I resent them exactly - they do their jobs, and it's a job that needs to be done. I just wish I could do this without signing payment plans and thinking about just how much money they'll be making.

Alexis is buried in an area called Baby Land. I wanted to have Nova there too, but Baby Land is full. There's no room for him there. It makes me sad that he can't be with his sister. It makes me feel like he's going to be alone.