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Archive for March, 2008

So, about recycling…

• March 30, 2008 • 6 Comments

Posted in Life, blogging, brothers, child loss, children, death, dreams, family, food, friends, grief, learning, missing persons, mothering, music, mystery, parenting, sleep, writing
Tags: ashes, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, faith, funerals, human remains, Linda Siniard, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, packing

We’re against the next war, too…

• March 29, 2008 • 6 Comments

Posted in Life, beauty, blogging, brothers, child loss, children, death, family, friends, grief, learning, missing persons, mothering, music, mystery, parenting, war, writing
Tags: Barack Obama, child loss, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, Emmitt Siniard, grief, Lea Kelley, Linda Siniard, Nat Riley, Owen Riley

Dedication to Tea and Talk

• March 27, 2008 • 3 Comments

Posted in Life, beauty, blogging, brothers, child loss, children, death, dreams, family, friends, grief, learning, missing persons, mothering, music, mystery, parenting, sleep, sleep deprivation, writing
Tags: beauty, child loss, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, grief, Janis Ian, Linda Siniard, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, Roads, sleep, Tea & Sympathy

Cake or…

• March 27, 2008 • 1 Comment

Posted in Life, art, beauty, blogging, brothers, child loss, children, death, family, grief, learning, missing persons, mothering, mystery, parenting, photography, writing
Tags: blogfriends, Cake or Death, death, Eddie Izzard, Emmitt Owen Riley, falling, Linda Siniard, Nat Riley, Owen Riley

Crazy, just like you…

• March 24, 2008 • 4 Comments

Posted in Life, beauty, blogging, brothers, child loss, children, death, family, friends, grief, learning, missing persons, mothering, music, mystery, parenting, writing
Tags: child loss, crazy, David Tegnell, death, Emmitt Owen Riley, Gnarls Barkley, grief, Linda Siniard, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, questions, sweet

Colors, changing hue

• March 23, 2008 • 4 Comments

Posted in Life, animals, art, beauty, blogging, brothers, child loss, children, death, family, food, friends, gardening, grief, holidays, learning, missing persons, mothering, music, mystery, parenting, pets, photography, plants, writing
Tags: David Tegnell, Easter, Emmitt Owen Riley, Linda Siniard, love, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, Spring, Starry Starry Night

Word Prison, Heaven’s Door

• March 22, 2008 • 2 Comments

Posted in Life, beauty, blogging, brothers, child loss, children, death, family, grief, learning, missing persons, mothering, music, mystery, parenting, writing
Tags: Bob Dylan, Emmitt Owen Riley, Knockin' on Heaven's Door, Linda Siniard, Owen Riley, word prison

I’ll be back

• March 22, 2008 • 1 Comment

Posted in Life, blogging, brothers, child loss, children, death, family, friends, grief, missing persons, mothering, music, mystery, parenting, sleep, sleep deprivation, writing
Tags: Bjork, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, full moon, incredible, Linda Siniard, Nat Riley, New World, Owen Riley, Spring

Flowing Like a River…

• March 20, 2008 • 4 Comments

Posted in Life, blogging, child loss, children, death, grief, learning, missing persons, mothering, music, mystery, parenting, writing
Tags: child loss, dams, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, grief, Lea Kelley, Linda Siniard, missing persons, mystery, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, rivers, water

Common Hopes

• March 18, 2008 • 2 Comments

Posted in Life, beauty, blogging, brothers, child loss, children, dance, death, family, forgiveness, grief, learning, missing persons, mothering, music, mystery, parenting, theater, writing
Tags: America, common bonds, common hopes, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, equality, Linda Siniard, old wounds, Owen Riley, politics, racism

Welcome to a blog I never wanted to write…

Reading the page below entitled, "Mystery O. Riley" will give you some background, and if you find our mystery something you'd like to follow, please come back often. Losing our 20-year-old son isn't the way it's supposed to be, as we always hear people say. But, for some of us, it is the way it is. And, there's nothing to do, but find a path on this unthinkable road, through an unimaginable forest of grief, and in our case...an unforgiveable river of mystery.

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