Explosion Rocks the Neighborhood. Please Pray for Gary

As usual when I start writing over something like this, the tears start flowing. It was a beautiful day. It felt like the first day of spring. Everyone was out in the neighborhood and in the area enjoying the first warm day of the season. My husband and I planned to go out for a really good dinner at Heinnie's Back Barn. I had prime rib and my husband had a sirloin steak. It was good to have the chance to go somewhere for a really good sit down dinner and relax. We don't get to spend as much alone and romantic time together as we would like.

We went down to the River Walk. Elkhart is a twin city to San Antonio Texas. The walk was beautiful and we were able to enjoy the time together and the beauty of the city. We came home and were feeling rather romantic and intimate. At a very inconvenient time we heard it. We live on nearly an acre. Our land butts up against about 14 acres where our neighbors live. They have three children very close in age to our son. Their eldest son is about 16 and their daughter was a mat maid for my son's wrestling team. We really don't know the youngest son that well but see him around the neighborhood.

Their father Gary is one of the nicest guys you will ever meet. He is neighborly, and would do anything for anyone. He is a very sweet southern gentleman and can really lay that southern drawl on thick. He is warm and very flattering to the ladies. His wife is the workaholic of the family. My husband asked him once if they had their Christmas lights up yet. Gary replied with a chuckle. " Don't forget who I'm married to!"