Memorial tree

Some kids decided we didn't need our tree anymore and cut it down. It was planted about a year ago in memory of Tristin. I can't even begin to tell you how upset I am. I had plans to make a small flower garden around it and place a chair out there so I could sit and remember my baby. I can't even begin to imagine why someone could do something that awful. In addition to the tree, they pulled up 3 lilly stalks and pulled out one of my walk way lights and placed it in the neighbors yard. Summer must be so hard on those kids that they had nothing else to do but rip up someones yard.
As if this week hasn't been hard enough. On Tuesday, Griffin started summer school for first grade. We sat outside eagerly waiting for him to return home and when his bus arrived Griffin wasn't on it. The bus driver said that she dropped him off at another bus stop. Panic set in. My husband rushed to the other stop to look for him and couldn't find him. I called the school and they didn't know where he was. My husband continued to look for him and he was still missing. At that point we had to call the police to look for him. After many calls back and forth from my husband to the school and police, the school reported that they had found him on another bus, and that he had been there the whole time. An hour and a half later our son was returned home to us. For an hour and a half our son was a missing child. I haven't been that scared since Tristin coded. Griffin wasn't the only lost child that day, there were 5 other children that were missing. Thankfully, all were found and returned home to their families.

I think I've had enough drama for one week. All things that should never have happened in the first place.