Diary of a Mother's Mission

My son, Kevin Martin, disappered under mysterious circumstances in the wee hours of July 18, 2004. His partial remains were found on February 1, 2005 in the river. The Des Moines Police have not been helpful and this is my blog to tell what I have done as it's done.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Dear Kevin Sweetheart,

A really hot day today and I had all I could do to muster up the energy to visit the library. Not a high energy month for me but it's over and so hopefully things will change. On the way downtown I stopped at your favorite Quick-trip on 15th and High and got myself a Quizzle bizzle Rooster berry Dew, as I call it, and I laugh each time as I tell the clerk what it is. Brian introduced me to the QT soda machine and mix your own drink concoctions as he does! 44 oz of energy booster and sugar fiz for 94 cents certainly beats Red Bull at 2 bucks a pop!

It's important that I come to the library. It's become very important, really, so I can write down rememberances that I might forget otherwise. I think of you always, every day, many times a day, and lately Brian and I have had more of an opportunity to talk. He, in just everyday conversation, has told me things about you that I had forgotten about, but probably never knew, since, obviously, you had a brother relationship with him. But he did mention "Danzig" and how he became the lead singer for the "The Misfits". You'll probably laugh as I'm sure I'm not getting this straight. Anyway, I do remember the name Danzig and how you liked that person or group, whatever it is. Brian even said that I watched a video of "Danzig" with him one time. That I don't remember.

Two days in a row this week I had #350 bus. It's one of the older buses that have the high cloth seats. I always think of you when I get one of those buses as we talked about them. There aren't very many, two that I remember off-hand, but maybe one or two more. I'll have to pay closer attention. The school kids even like those buses. Perhaps that was what we talked about. You can't see them because of the high seats and so they can get away with more. Especially in the back.

Also this past week I have been thinking of my going away dinner. Remember? Just before I returned to New York? I don't know why. I had told Brian that Crimmins Cattle Company had changed locations. It is still in existence, just over by Southridge Mall. I think he thought it had closed down. I would like to go there again. That night the four of us went together. It was funny because I had wished that. There were a couple of other times you or Brian couldn't make it. Usually you , I think, because of your work schedule. I had wished we could all go out together, one last time, before I left, and so I was thrilled when we were able to do so. Why that was so important, I don't know either, but it was, and so, now, another wonderful memory and, of course, you ordered a fish dinner.

Just little bits and pieces this past week. Little unrelated memories that have popped up. Like this morning. I saw your little name-sake. He had a hair cut. I think he had a little more hair at 11 months old than you did but it was still on the wispy side. Now he has a buzz cut. I think that's what you call it. His hair isn't quite as light as yours was. I remember when you got your first buzz cut. Your hair was a platinum color at the time and so at night you looked like a total baldy! I saved your first lock of hair when I cut it. I think it was a curl from the back around your neck and you were well over a year old, well, a little over a year, May 17, 1984, to be exact!

So, that's all for today, Kevin Sweetheart. I miss you and love you and think of you always... Love, Mom

1 Comments:

Blogger Donna said...

Patty, the police are aware of this blog. But your blog just seems to tell about your feelings, nothing about the case or it's progression...if any.

Also, photos have been added and will continue to be till I'm done. They can be seen at www.kevinmartin.com/gallery.htm

Good Luck,
Donna

7/13/06, 9:53 PM  

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