Today is a dreary day here in Houston. The gray darkness matches my heart as I trudge through the 4 year anniversary of Erik’s death. Sometimes I wonder why it had to be my son. Sometimes I wish I could just stop all of this and find a little peace. I ask myself time and time again: Why couldn’t he have done all this when he was 80 or 90 years old. I just can’t wait until tomorrow.
One more thing: Ever since I changed the website a bit, the Ask Erik submissions page have started working again. I have no idea why and I can’t find it anywhere. To those of you who have made submissions, I would like to apologize. I used to do these, but eventually I was swamped with requests. I pay for everything personally and refuse donations or any other outside income, so it eventually became financially impossible for me to continue. I’m so sorry. I’ll keep working on ways to disable to page.
When you guys read my book, could you give it a review (and honest one, of course). You can copy and paste them into these: