This is the sight I least want to see. This hole is the beginning of the end, in a way. The final tangible thing I am able to do for my dear, sweet sons who have gone home.

Soon this hole will be filled with concrete. Then, atop that cement pad, will sit a stone monument inscribed with the names and dates of those precious boys. The only evidence to the general public that they ever existed. It is a place to visit, to leave flowers and pictures and toys. It is also the place where I left 2 pieces of my heart forever buried in the ground.

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