Remembering Andrew & Jarrett
My dear friend, Ginny, wrote this poem
for the boys in 2004.  I typed it over the
picture of the boys' heart I drew in the
sand right next to the Pacific Ocean in
Kauai on March 3, 2004.  
March 3, 2011 - Eight years since 2003  - Eight years
equals 96 months equals 2,922 days
(including two leap days)
since I've seen Andrew and Jarrett
alive.  How unbelievable!  

Two thousand nine hundred twenty-two days -- one sad, pitiful,
 heartbreaking day at a time.  That's incredible.

For some wonderful, unknown reason, I created this page
two
years ago choosing the lilac with clouds and a calmer feeling
rather than the black background --- nice choice.  However, I
do like the way the b&w pictures "pop out" on black but I'm
moving toward the light at least for now.  You never know when
the darkness will return.  I never know.  It just comes whenever
it wants....  I know the boys don't want tears.

So glad I put the flower photos that were sent when they died
onto the slide show - they're so gorgeous!!!!  Believe it or not,
I still have a few of the plants.  That's nice.

Last year, we met the boys' friends for our annual Loved
Forever * Forgotten Never get-together at the new restaurant
in Elburn (Schmidt's). It's a really nice place and a more
centrally located site so it's easier for everyone to get there.

We're planning to meet up there again  this year.  It matters
less about how many people show up, it matters that the ones
we want to see are going to be there.  They've been with us
for the past 8 years!

It seems as though it's been longer than 365 days since I
worked on these pages.  Time has a weird way of either going
at warp speed or slogging along at a snail's pace.  Eight
years???!!!  Unreal.

God bless Andrew.  God bless Jarrett.  God bless the saintly
boys - forever in my heart.  bye, djb
Jarrett, Donna, Andrew, Bob - Christmas 1989
Jarrett, Donna, Andrew, Bob - February 2003
These two pictures fascinate me because we're all in the same position in each photo - approximately 13 years separate the two
moments in time.  Who knew that two weeks after Andrew's 17th birthday, they'd both be dead?  Not me.
ANDREW.  JARRETT.
Where are they?

Where'd they go---
I'd like to know.
Where are those boys of mine?

Except for their last
fateful day,
they always came home on time.

Now, they're gone---
far, far away
to a place I can only imagine.

No forwarding address.

No Zip Code.

Deceased.

RETURNED TO SENDER.

1/25/2009 ~djb
ANGEL BOYS -- WHEN I SAW THEM A FEW WEEKS AGO, I KNEW THEY
WERE MINE.