Update Part II

A week or two after the wedding, Sans and I met our friend Meadow for bowling in Vancouver. She had called us a couple of weeks before, but we were always busy with the wedding plans and stuff. She said that she had something important to ask me. She recently had a baby boy and while she was pregnant, the daddy proposed to her. So, I thought she was going to ask me to be in her wedding. I was wrong. We sat down to lunch and she asked Sans and I to be Logan’s Godparents. What an honor! We accepted immediately, of course. She explained that she knew that we, of all people, would take good care of Logan, should something happen to them. We told her that we promised to. And now, little Logan Berry (our nickname for him) will always be tied to us in some way.

Sans and Logan Berry... So cute.

The last week or so in August, we were outside on the patio because we heard a rustling. Anyone who knows me knows of my unending curiosity and fascination with all things crime related. Well, we looked out the window and there was a couple of police cars parked out there. When we went outside, there was a small crowd gathered. No one could get in or out of that area of the parking lot. Then we noticed the cops with the sniffer dog. We watched for a while, and then went inside. They were searching everywhere with that dog. Even under the car. Sans went and made sure our front door was locked. Later, we overheard our neighbors downstairs talking about how they say “him” being taken out in a body bag. I told Sans that I wanted to know what the hell happened, since I am the one who walks around there alone at night.

We didn’t find out until a couple days later that a Hispanic boy in the building across from ours was stabbed be some gang members while he was on his was home from work at Home Town Buffet (behind our complex). They thought he was with a rival gang (he wasn’t), and stabbed him to death, possibly as a gang initiation. I had wondered why the last couple of nights all the Hispanic families seemed to be gathered in the parking lot when I came home from work. Well, it was the “wake” type thing. I fell really awful for him family. They had to wait almost three weeks before they could afford to pay for a service for him (he was barely 18, and going to graduate from high school this year).