Finally, a sense of closure about the fire. Instead of the house where the triplets lived, we now see from the kitchen window a growing pile of things on a bench: toys, flowers, balloons. The four acres that the house sat on will become a permanent green space conveniently close to HeadStart and the elementary school.
At the memorial service last Saturday the school superintentent said that for his own autistic son now 32 years old there were no local educational services available, for which reason he took particular interest in keeping the three boys in town. They had early intervention and were mainstreamed from the beginning. And when he visited their kindergarten class, it was not immediately evident who they were until one of them put his hands over his ears to shut out some of the sounds.
Thanks, Community Therapy folks in Slidell, for your thoughtfulness; we know that you understand all too well.
At the memorial service, all the music was from the Lion King and then people gathered at the train station; the boys were apparently crazy about trains. It was a clear day, about 10 degrees and breezy. I saw tears frozen on eyelashes. As the train pulled out, it sounded three long whistles and everyone released their balloons.

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