Sometimes, I just need to hear the music that Owen loved. I’ve listened to a bunch of it tonight. I can’t describe what I feel when I hear it. I go to a place, a place I can’t share. A place reserved for Owen. Maybe you can hear him in this song, even if you didn’t know him. I hope so.
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.
Hugs for you.