Hi, its been a long time since I last wrote. Lots of things have happened around here. Matthew went to live with his Uncle Bryan & Aunt Stacey on January 8th. They bought a new house and Matthew has the run of the whole upstairs. I see him just about every day. He seems to be adjusting well to living there. I havent been feeling well lately and just havent felt like doing anything. I keep asking myself if it is depression or not. Matthew is going to a different school now and he goes to church every Sunday. He still cries to stay here sometimes but the two of us sat down and talked the other day and I let him know that he needed to realize that everyone here loved him more than anything and for 'me to give him up' to go to Uncle Bryans house meant that I loved him more than he could ever know. I wanted him to have better things and a 'calmer life' than what was going on here. I told him that I was only 5 miles away from him at all times and I could come get him anytime that he wanted. But that he was going to live there and for Bryan & Stacey to 'adopt' him that they loved him too. He doesnt 'talk alot' about things that he 'did before' but every once in a while he comes up with some things that he says is going to happen and how sometimes it makes him sad. Well, I am going to go now. My mom keeps telling me about a program she saw recently that had a 6 yr old boy on it that she says reminds her of Matthew to a T!! I keep trying to find out what she is talking about but dont even know where to start looking. When she was telling me about it, she looked white as a ghost. Oh yeah, the weekend before Easter, Matthews other grandparents came to Richmond to get him for a couple of days. They havent seen him since Christmas. Anyway, Matthew called around 6pm on Sunday and said that he wanted to come home then, RIGHT THEN. We had to wait for our daughter to come get Matts brother, Scotty and it took longer than we thought to get there. There was an urgency in his voice and we couldnt figure out what was going on. Anyway, on our way to Virginia Beach to pick up Matt, my husband had a stroke and 'blacked out'. He couldnt see anything and he was paralized holding the steering wheel to the left the whole time. All he kept telling me was 'I cant see, what are we hitting, I cant see anything!! We were on interstate 64 in holiday traffic and all the lanes were packed. But believe it or not, we went across 3 lanes without hitting anyone!! Its like all of a sudden, all the cars were gone. It was happening in slow motion and felt like it was taking forever. But it couldnt have lastest but a few seconds. We finally hit the concrete barrier and rode for a while on that and right before the drivers door hit, we went up on 2 wheels and the outside mirror was taken off, the windows smashed out and I knew we were going to go over the wall and into the west bound set of lanes on our hood. But something happened and it felt like there were hands on the hood of the truck and it put us back down. Our truck was totaled but we didnt hit anyone else and other than being shook up, both of us are okay. We were within 1/4 mile of the exit to get Matthew and less than 5 miles away from him. He started calling us on our cell phone about the same time that we realized that we were okay. When we finally got to him, the first thing he told me was "I told you to come right after I called." (We had to wait for Matthews mom to come home to get Matthews brother, about an hour delay.) He has told me that it isnt time for me to die yet. Well, sorry this is so long and I am really gonna go this time, I will try to write back more often. mattsgma