What is it about Sunday's that make you think.  I've had an interesting life with many of mistakes.  I just want a place to go and Write.  Two weeks ago my son would have been three.  I can't believe that the authorities haven't made an arrest yet.  Am I to be another one of those parents who sees no justice for their child?  What is there that I can do?  How is it you can make the best out of this situation?  Back home there is this spot it's up on a hill, and there sits a gazebo.  I used to sit in that gazebo. I would watch the river down at the bottom of the hill.  I'd watch the city move, people Running to and from their destinations.  Always rushing always running never slowing down.  My guess that's why it's called the human race.  My son was a wonderful child and the sad thing is.  I was so selfish that I didn't watch him grow.  I focused everything about how I can please myself for many of years.  I was so confused about my priorities I couldn't make up my mind what I wanted most.  It's funny we spend the most of our time rushing, worrying, and stressing.  It takes one extra-oridinary event in our lives to wake us up.  If you have someone you should be taking the time to tell them I love them.  Find a new and different way each and every day.  You don't know when that person is going to go.  The most haunting thing about this experience is losing someone to abuse.  I'm always thinking about it.  Wondering to myself what I could have done different.  There should have been some sign some signal that I've should have seen.  I miss him, the way he laughed, the way he always danced to music.  He always found an excuse, a reason to make someone laugh.  How to close something like this?  I don't want to keep on talking about my son.  I' m not looking for sympathy.  I just wanted somewhere I can share my thoughts, and people could read them.  I haven't been able to write for a long a time.  About a week ago my feelings started coming out, and it's nice to write again.