I keep trying to deal with it and with God. I still get pretty angry at the big man in charge. I really thought we would get some help in the hospital over the 4 days that Kyle was fighting desparatly for his life. But it did not come. This is an especially rough weekend with fathers day and all. This is the week that his scout troop is at sea base island off of Florida. They go every 3 years and he would have had a real blast at their high adventure island camp. He had been saving for 1 1/2 years so he could make the trip. We are dealing with things the best we can, but it still feels like someone is kicking you in the n--- every mornig when you get up and at bed time every night. It still hurts like hell, but thank you very much for the thoughts and prayers. They are felt and appreciated. Thanks guys!