Farewell

It never ceases to amaze me, how wrong it feels to be at a funeral for someone your own age. Carla, Renee and I laughed and cried at Trent's funeral today, saying our own farewells and giving what we could to Glen that he would know we're here for him. It was postively heart-wrenching to hear Glen's words being read by his sister, to re-live the last 10 years of their lives, up to and including Trent's last moments. The pride I have for the boys, for their courage and strength, will probably never be surpassed.