When I had to go to the car he was in, to retrieve evidence and personal items, I certainly had no courage. My dearest friend, Debbie Abono, went with me. She had the courage. She was already a member of the club I had just joined. Neither of us wanted to join, but there we were, smack dab in the middle. She helped me control my shock and put the events in perspective.
When this photo came out in the Phoenix New Times, it changed my thinking. Someone out there had the vision to see something no one else could see. It made things easier. It made me see that from every darkest moment, the light always returns. Dana's death was a catalyst in many ways. That occurrence picked Max, me and our family out of our past life and threw us into the future in one quick moment. While we couldn't see through the whirlwind engulfing us at the time, we can see it clearly now. Our souls are as free as his. God bless.
Class dismissed.....