Two years ago today we lost our friends. They are not forgotten. Donnie’s daughter posted this on Facebook yesterday. Two years ago just a few minutes from now, I received the most devastating phone call. My Daddy was gone. Madison’s Papaw was gone. A brother, uncle, cousin, nephew, stepfather, friend...gone. My stepmother was gone. Maddy’s abuela, a mother, sister, aunt, cousin, niece, friend, and biological grandmother-to-be...gone. They were taken from us by a truck driver apparently paying more attention to his passenger than to the road on which he was driving that afternoon in Honduras. Not a day goes by that I don’t wonder if he has any idea the pain he has caused us. He got nothing more than a slap on the wrist for killing our parents. We got a lifetime of hurt that nothing can soothe. I wonder if it ever crosses his mind how we have felt and continue to feel every day since he took them from us. I know that they watch over us, but I can’t help but to wish that we still had them here with us in the flesh. My world is a very lonely place without them. I miss them more than I ever thought possible. I have a brother and sister who speak another language in another country which feels like a world away. We can’t be together to comfort one another, and that’s another hurt. Giovanni Ontiveros Mazon and Itzayane Ontiveros, I love you and wish we could be together. I miss my Daddy and your Mother terribly. Cherish every moment you have with the people you love. You never know when they may be taken. We miss them.