Today, Thursday, June 16, 2011, will be thirty days since my Timmy was taken from me. His high school invited us to the Freshman transition Mass, and to bring the gifts to the altar. It was emotionally draining. When I wake up, I go to my Tim's bedroom, hoping in vain to find him sitting on his bed playing a game or doing his homework. I was allowed to speak to the students, most of who witnessed the car strike Timmy, and told them to find their dreams and to find their own "Second star on the right and straight on 'til morning." The kids say I'm so strong dealing with my loss; they know I'm in pain. Some came up to hug and some were crying still. I held up until about an hour ago and just broke down again for my 30th day of tears.