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Archive for August, 2007

All the 13s to come

• August 31, 2007 • 4 Comments

Posted in Life, art, astrology, child loss, children, death, family, friends, grief, mothering, mystery, numerology, parenting, poetry, writing
Tags: 13, child loss, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, Friday the 13th, grief, Lea Kelley, Linda Siniard, missing persons, music, mysterious death, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, paying attention, Petaluma River

Belly Full of Teeth…

• August 30, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Posted in Life, art, child loss, children, death, family, friends, grief, learning, mothering, mystery, parenting, poetry, work, writing
Tags: 88 Days on Mercury, canvas, Emmitt Owen Riley, grief, guitar, Heart Shaped Box, Kurt Cobain, Linda Siniard, metaphor, music, mystery, Nirvana, paint, poetry, San Diego

Out of the blue and into the night

• August 29, 2007 • 1 Comment

Posted in Life, art, astrology, child loss, children, death, family, friends, grief, mothering, mystery, parenting, poetry, writing
Tags: blue things, child loss, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, grief, Linda Siniard, missing persons, Nat Riley, Owen Riley

88 days on Mercury

• August 28, 2007 • 3 Comments

Posted in Life, art, astrology, astronomy, child loss, children, death, family, food, friends, grief, learning, mothering, mystery, parenting, poetry, writing
Tags: 88 days, 88 Days on Mercury, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, Gemini, JPL, Lea Kelley, Linda Siniard, Mercury, NASA, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, signs, symbols, tattoos

Lea’s paintings, moving through pain

• August 27, 2007 • 3 Comments

Posted in Life, art, child loss, children, death, family, friends, grief, mothering, mystery, parenting, poetry, work, writing
Tags: art, dreadlocks, Jacob's Ladder, layers, Lea J Kelley, Lea Kelley, recycling life, red roses, waiting for the one

Cat hair, pizza, and nacho crumbs…

• August 26, 2007 • 1 Comment

Posted in Life, art, child loss, children, death, family, food, friends, grief, learning, mystery, poetry, technology, work, writing
Tags: cats, child loss, David Tegnell, death, Emmitt Owen Riley, grief, Lea Kelley, Linda Siniard, missing persons, nachos, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, pizza, research

Patience, and how little is left…

• August 25, 2007 • 3 Comments

Posted in Life, child loss, children, death, family, grief, learning, technology, work, writing
Tags: child loss, David Tegnell, Emmitt Owen Riley, grief, Lea Kelley, Linda Siniard, missing persons, mystery, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, patience, Petaluma River, tolerance

No one gets out of life unscathed…

• August 24, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Posted in Life, child loss, children, death, family, friends, grief, mystery, writing
Tags: child loss, coroner, David Tegnell, death, Emmitt Owen Riley, family, friends, grief, Lea Kelley, Linda Siniard, missing persons, mystery, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, Petaluma River

Owen’s star, number 4 in the Big Dipper

• August 23, 2007 • 4 Comments

Posted in Life, art, child loss, children, death, family, friends, grief, learning, mystery, poetry, writing
Tags: Boulevard Cinemas, child loss, David Tegnell, death, Emmitt Owen Riley, family, friends, grief, Linda Siniard, missing persons, music, mystery, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, Petaluma, stars, The Big Dipper

The Dead Kid Diet…Here’s one you don’t want to read…

• August 23, 2007 • 3 Comments

Posted in Life, beauty, blogging, brothers, child loss, children, death, family, food, friends, grief, learning, missing persons, mothering, mystery, parenting, work, writing
Tags: child loss, David Tegnell, diets, Emmitt Owen Riley, grief, Lea Kelley, Linda Siniard, missing persons, Nat Riley, Owen Riley, Petaluma, survival

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Reading the page below entitled, "Mystery O. Riley" will give you some background, and if you find our mystery something you'd like to follow, please come back often. Losing our 20-year-old son isn't the way it's supposed to be, as we always hear people say. But, for some of us, it is the way it is. And, there's nothing to do, but find a path on this unthinkable road, through an unimaginable forest of grief, and in our case...an unforgiveable river of mystery.

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