Fastballs.

Same dull predictable life over and over.

Go to school. Get home. Eat. Chat on AIM. Watch TV. Sleep. Dream. Wake up. Go to school. Get home. Get a phone call.

Then "Life hands you a curveball." I hate fastballs.

It's so hard seeing someone you love, unconnected. It has been a hard & emotional past couple of months. The family spent our nights and weekends at the hospital holding our rosaries tight. Praying & crying. Crying & praying. We are strong. You are stronger. A month has passed since general hospital, now spending the nights and weekends at Lola's house. We love you. We want to here you again, stop being so shy & speak please.