Against my better judgment, I’ve always held out hope you’d come around; wishing that one day you’d suddenly want to be a key part of my life and show me the love I so desperately craved.
I could feel something on my palm. Something wet. I brought my right palm in front of my face. I found blood. I began gasping for air.
The way you feel about people and situations will shift, and that’s OK.
I felt paralyzed when my mother uttered the words, “He died today.”
Even at the time, I was astounded at my ability to find the words to tell my daughter her baby brother was dying. It felt like the emotional equivalent of the mother who lifts an impossibly heavy object off the child trapped beneath.
While it was with us for only two blissful seasons, we will never forget the journey Ben, Jonnie, Duncan, and Dave as they asked us, “What do you want to do before you die?”
When your loved one is killed, you are automatically inducted into a club you never asked to join. And you forever feel different.
Honoring lost loved ones by carrying their words, actions, and values into the world is the most powerful way to celebrate them, to keep them in your heart forever.
I love you so much and I miss you. No one can ever replace you. I will never forget you. Please look after me from heaven.
Nothing can prepare you for the loss of a loved one. My world turned upside down that day, and every belief and construct I had relied on to define how my world worked were all of the sudden meaningless.