Today was productive. Got my frame and face stuff and took the presents I bought for Ida's nieces over to her sister's work. She was surprised to see me and then I could see the sadness creep into her face. It wasn't alot and she was smiling when we talked but I could tell. 3 months later and still no word on who did it. That's what makes it even more painful. That some selfish, cold, and heartless person who shoots people and leaves them to die is still out there, not being punished and feeling no remorse. And that is also the frustating part: how could a human being live like that, knowing that they KILLED someone innocent and NOT care. I can't grasp that and that really fucks with my faith for the lack of better words.