Police Records

Yesterday I decided to be super courageous and drive down to the police station to 

obtain my stupid records. I walked through the door with Poppy and a friend 

because it was too much to handle alone, I asked the guy behind the window if I could 

get my police report...he said "what kind of incident was it"?

All I said is

"A death"

then I froze. 

did that really just come out of my mouth? 

was I really in a police station

picking up my son Ollie Kai Hebb's police report because he died...yuck and sad. 

yes this really did happen. 

my mind has such a hard time accepting this.  i hate the reality of Ollie not being here.

but I can and WILL go on.. I must. I know I will see him again and he is mine forever.

He is preparing Heaven for my family and is a VIP up there.

love love love you Ollie-pop

ps i did pay for the report which should just be given to me for free anyway, but I paid 

a measly $10 and of course i have to go there again and pick it up . the system is so ridiculous.

and im not planning on reading the report but I might peek at things here and there, 

 i want these records, they tell details of my sons last moments in his home....

this picture makes me smile..wanted to leave you all with a smile!

1 week before he went to heaven. makes me happy to see his grin