I turned my boys over to her and she promised me she would bring them home, so I made her a throw.

I was very flattered they wanted the display.

I just wanted to keep myself busy doing something and do something special for them. ... I guess it was a kind of therapy.

Bring All the Boys Back Home.

We kept the tree up for him, but I had my boys take it out back. Christmas is over. He died fighting for somebody's freedom he didn't even know.

The boys realized we were lacking in a recording studio and room for teaching individual and group music.