I went to the house today and left a matchbox car at the memorial. Other than the two upstairs windows being broken and the blackmarks on the brick from flames and smoke, it looked totally normal. And the brick was dark, so from a distance you couldn't even tell. His truck is still in the driveway, and there's a soccer ball on the lawn. Incomprehensible. They are now saying death penalty. These people were our friends. Not just the mom and kids, but the dad too. We knew them well. Dh camped with him many times. How do I wrap my head around this? I just can't. It's just unbelievable.

Mike and I kept saying that their situation always worked for them, but we have to remember that we hadn't talked to them in a year and a half. Lots of things can change. Or maybe they didn't change and we just didn't see more than what we wanted to see.