We love them. Please bless Grams. Amen.”“Good job, MJ. Now, all of you in bed and to sleep.”I turned out the lights once they were settled and c...osed the door. I paused for a moment to wipe the tears from my eyes and turned to see my mom doing the same.“They are wonderful. You and Renee have done a good job.”“I hope we can keep doing it. Once Renee is cleared, I will find out why she did what she did and then we can move from there. I am going to head out and try to get back before the visiting. I didn't hear either the door of the van slide open or the approach behind me of the 'somebodies' who grabbed me. I did see as I lifted my head the black guy get up from his bench and say, "tie the snotty bitch's hands and get her back to the van."From that point on it all became a bit of a blur. My arms were roughly pulled behind my back and I felt cord or rope or something strapping my wrists together. I went to cry out but before I could even open my mouth to speak a bag like a pillowcase. Then she laughed. "OK, I've got one for you. You have to go out on the balcony, drop your shorts and underwear, and stand there fully exposed for an entire minute."He couldn't believe the brashness of her dare, and just looked at her in disbelief. Finally he said, "OK, I guess that seems harmless enough. The balcony's not really lit, so anyone in the building next door is gonna have to look pretty hard to see anything." Then standing, "OK, let's go!"Blair smiled and walked with him to the. I won’t recount the scenes to wring tears: he died, he just died. The only thing I’ll say is that one of the last things he told me was, ‘when I get up there and they ask me what I liked best, I’ll tell them about you’. People use the word ‘void’. For me it was just the opposite. There was no void, I wasn’t empty. I was filled. I was filled with Michael, with anger, with despair. I was filled with loss. Michael’s death brought me to the second Great Unshakable Truth. I would never be loved like.