I am surviving. Kelli went to the memorial and so did my nephew. He read an email I had sent to Kelli describing my memories of Doug so I guess, in a sense, I spoke at the memorial too.

The kids are dealing with Jerod's death in different ways. A number of his friends are depressed and two of them have broken up with their girlfriends which makes it even more difficult for those two.

In the meantime Kelli and I are in constant communication with Doug's wife trying to keep her spirits up. She's living with her parents now. That isn't any difficulty because she works for her father as a CPA.

I whittled a plug for the broken water line and clamped it in place. It seems to be holding. The plumber cannot get here until next weekend. The water system has been a mystery since we moved in. There are water spigots all over the place and none of them work. The broken line went to the only one in the back yard that worked. We dug up the line next to the meter and found some ridiculous blue hose coiled up in the ground. I decided to have the plumber install a new line (that meets code) from the meter to the house and damn the rest of the water systems.

I gotta go take a shower.