Just to add some support. I don't recall what year my middle son died.

[JohnnyRingo]

It was the '80s but I'd have to look it up. One reason was the therapists doped me up pretty good to ease all consuming the burden on my mind. Lot of Valiums.
I believe my mind has blocked a lot of that trauma out, and it doesn't really matter to me which specific year or date it was. It was a black year, but I largely recovered thanx to professional help.

I know what year Mathew was born, what little league team he played on, and what his favorite color was, but the tragic day that I got the news that he drowned face down in the creek is behind a locked door in my mind. I still shiver and tear up when I think of it.

I hope a reporter never asks.


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