June 5th, 1988 is a day that I will never forget

June 5th, 1988 is a day that I will never forget. That morning myself and the boys had breakfast at Denny's, which was rare event. Carey got his haircut, a nice buzz cut to keep him cool from the summer rays. Clu had been too wiggling in the chair so we decided to try again in a few days. Later that afternoon we took the boys to the park for a few hours. A few minutes after we returned home to have some lunch the phone rang. On the other end was Molly in absolute hestricks, I couldn't understand a word she was saying at first. Than her words became clear and I dropped the phone with pure shock and disbelieve. Rick was dead.

I think I'll end this story here. Trust me there's a hell lot more to come. I told you I need help. In a few days I'll send in the second installment of my life.