So precious are the pure of heart... Paulie was a beautiful red haired, blue eyed  boy... Mom once told me about how he tried to change his brother's diaper and flushed the diaper down the toilet after soiling the entire house with the contents and coming to get her saying; "Mommy, 'brother' sh#t....I changed diaper!" She had to call in the plumber! 

Yet, his life was taken away harshly and no one deserves to live with that kind of horror story. Our family has endured more than our share, that is for sure...

Today would have been his 41st Birthday... I wonder if he'd still have red hair or if it would have turned brown like my dad or blonde like my mom. I wonder what he'd be doing these days...at least for this brief moment that I am taking to remember his life and death... I just wonder...

When Spring Comes, I will go out to the Cemetary, clean his head stone, and visit his grave... Something we need to do more often than we have been able to do recently. Anyhow, mom's up in heaven now and I hope they are both at peace together... I know she shed countless tears over his loss and I know she questioned God more than any human being can begin to imagine about why He'd allow something so awful to happen to an innocent child?  

May we all know our blessings of family, friends, and loved ones... Today and Always...and may we share that with them at every opportunity because God does not promise tomorrows!