Deborah besley

If there's a living nightmare, this is it.

On Dec. 27, I kept saying I was waiting for my hug from Dale for my birthday. The therapist picked up his arm and put it around my neck. ... It's heartbreaking. You live through the sadness, the numbness, the grieving. You live through the not knowing and constantly wondering. We want Dale back the way Dale was.

Each underestimates her own power and overestimates the other's.

It was such a sad look, my heart just went out. But I fell in love with that picture. That's all we had.

I suppose they are not your typical teenagers. They're normal for our family.