This asshole killed his three month old child by blunt force trauma to his head. He then pulled over on the side of the road and threw the dead baby, still strapped in his carseat, into the grass.

This is absolutely one of the worst things I can imagine. There are so many people in this world who would love to care for a baby. I will never understand how anyone could harm a baby. Babies are miracles - gifts - and you are numb to the world if you are not outraged at this murder.

He is currently on the run in Texas. You better not get caught alive, because people who hurt children get killed in prison. So if you see this guy, Travis Mullis, 21, you have my permission to beat his ass. But make sure he makes it to prison.

Spirals

My friend Travis Rabren passed away yesterday from liver failure as a result of a 2 1/2 year battle with bile duct cancer. Travis knew the odds were against him, but he stayed upbeat during his fight. His caringbridge page shared his journey with us. He put his burden aside and gave it up to God. His attitude was a great example of faith.

Travis was our high school QB. He had a nice touch on the ball. I wonder what his spirals look like in Heaven?

Thank you to Brett's financial caregivers

"Going through my closet the other day
Found an old yearbook, flipped right to the page
Of that senior trip down there on that Panama strip
We all started yelling when we smelled the beach

Just couldn't wait to try our fake I.D.s
We only had a few days, and a whole lot of memories to make

Oh man we were livin, didn't waste one minute
We talked and drank and danced and said goodbye
We laughed until we cried"
-Laughed Until We Cried, Jason Aldean

I downloaded this song the other day, and realized the lyrics mirrored my high school days. With a handful of amazing exceptions, all of my close friends are from high school. We hit Panama City Beach and Fort Walton Beach together. We were tight. Most went on to school at Auburn University, some went to the ACC at Clemson and Virginia, and as far away as Arizona. But we always stuck together and to this day would do anything for each other.

These guys have proven that true for 25 years, and most recently at Christmas. This is the second year in a row that most of this group have pooled together financial resources to help us take care of Brett.

Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for helping me fight past how humbling it is to admit to being slammed beyond my capabilities to handle all of Brett's bills. I can't begin to explain how your generosity keeps us in good spirits.

Thank you to (no particular order so don't get your panties in a bunch) Chris, Scott, Frank, Doug, Eric, Sal, and Trip. And to previous assistance from Rob, Bill, and "the real" David C. Also I want to thank Monica and Melaine for their help this year. And a big "Go Eagles" to my college buddies David and Amy Berry and Bud and Amy Henley. And thank your wives and husbands for me - they are a part of your decision to assist us and I appreciate it.

While this post is specifically to those friends who have helped financially, I also just want to say thanks to everyone who cares about our little boy and the struggle he has endured and will endure for his entire life. I wouldn't wish this on anyone - but I am so blessed to be his Daddy.

David

Right from the top...

I'll start out with a biggie. Brett's seizures really, really bother me. Now I know why I've read other parents' blogs where they pray for seizure free days. It is unbearable to watch, and worrisome to acknowledge the cause. I can't stand the way that the seizures contort his body, and especially his face. More than once I have challenged the devil to come out of his body and face me. As my older kids would say, "I would hook him." I really would.