I pray with all my heart that we hear something good. I pray that your death was not in vain, son. Please be close to me during this time. You know how your mom is and I tend to make something big out of something small. I will worry about this until it almost drives me crazy. Sometimes I feel like I am the only one worrying about this. Your dad said that we have nothing to worry about, but what does he know, he didn't see what I seen and he didn't go through what I went through at the hospital, he was at work. Just when I think I might be able to move on and think about something else it gets messed up by one little email. I miss you Cylas. I love you Cylas. I still can't wrap my arm around all this drama I call life. I have so many ideas about how to remember you because I am so afraid that I might forget you. I thought I might a tattoo, but that hurts, and then I thought I about planting a tree in your honor, can't do that until we actually have a house of our own (me & Prairie), and then I've seen tons of stuff I could order but right now don't have the funds to make that happen. I don't know I might get brave and actually get that tattoo one day.