It's been awhile....

It has been awhile since I have posted my thoughts and happenings on my blog post; writing has been at the bottom of my "to do" list.

I had a busy summer. Sadly to say, one of the highlights was to grow one tomato plant that my friends Tom and Darlene gave me, on my patio in a big pot. So far, it has yielded to ripe tomatoes and I have about a dozen green ones left. Between the wind and the freezing temperatures at night, it is looking pretty shabby but I drug it into the house and hopefully the tomatoes will turn red soon.

Laura and her family moved back to Rock Springs this summer. It has been fun having the girls close enough to visit very often once again. Kaylee is in the third grade and Lizzy is in kindergarten again because her birthday is 13 days after the cutoff day for age. That's a bummer for her but she seems to be adjusting again. Kaylee is smart beyond her age and reads everything she can get her hands on. Brooklyn is two and is talking very well; she is mimicking her older sisters and is very strong willed. :o)

September is a hard month for me as it is the anniversary dates of my parent's passing and the month I go to the Parole Hearing to keep Beckie and her boys' killer in prison. This year, Laura is going to take the journey with me on September 28th. In Wyoming, an average life sentence is 15 years, Beckie's murderer will be in prison 20 years so I feel it is essential to urge the Parole Board not to commute his life sentence to a number of years. While he is serving his life sentence and it has not been commuted, he will not be released. It is possible that some parole board or governor could commute his life sentence at some point because he has spent more than double his age in prison. I have heard through sources that he continues to be a "naughty" prisoner so the chances of him being commuted at this time is slim, it still could happen.

In October, it will be five years since my husband Leo killed himself. I still miss him so much; I wish he could have known the pain he would cause by his suicide. The pain does not stop with me but it is also upon my children and family members who also loved him very much.

This seems like a sad blog today but my spirit is healed and I continue to celebrate life because after all, life does go on and we have to make the best of it. Sorrow helps me to appreciate the good things of life; celebrating good times and showing appreciation to those who touch my life is my goal.

Jo