He talked about his band, "Devil's Country" and about how he was going to apply to the music program at UVU. We listened to a couple of his CD's in the car, and just talked about miscellaneous stuff. I feel I was boring and in auto-pilot mode.
I almost got four hours of sleep last night, and I hate that. I hate that I have already started recouperating from this trajedy.
I keep thinking how Scott was actually here in our home only three and a half weeks ago. That we talked here, that we stood in this very room. I hate thinking that we stood in my studio in the back yard, and how that same studio now houses his belongings - where I'm sorting and preparing things for his funeral this Saturday, May 3rd. It would've been his 22nd birthday.
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