Last week was rough. Tommy went to take the trash to the road Thursday morning and discovered that Bonham had been hit and killed by a car. He got him buried then we told the boys. We all sat together for over an hour, mostly silent. Dade got up to look for a picture of Bonham on his camera but could not find one; I pulled him up one on my phone later that day from our blog. Thursday night was hard again; we all piled in our bed to talk about our memories of and with Bonham. Each day has gotten a little easier for all of us, but I know it will take time for the pain to fully go away. Bonham was greatly loved and will be greatly missed.
