February 27

Today seems to be just as hard as the day of Bill's actual death. This was the day he was found and we were notified of his passing. When Bill was killed he was left, just left, alone. I still try not to dwell on those gut-wrenching thoughts. So 3 years ago today is where my grief journey began. Tragic loss has been woven into every part of me and has become part of my journey. Somedays I feel like I'm part of a club that I didn't want to be apart of. I would give anything to have him back, however I am blessed beyond measure for the special people I've met along this lonely road called grief. These are some of the strongest people I've ever met. Much like me they've lived through their own stories of tragic loss and came out stronger by helping others who are going through the unimaginable. No one should ever have to bury their teenager, but I know someone who has. No one should ever have to welcome their sweet baby into this world only to kiss her goodbye and send her back to heaven, but I know someone who has. I should've never lost my brother to the hands of a murderer, but I did. Grief has to be walked alone but God gives us the right people. They give us encouragement on the hard anniversary days, rest when we can no longer endure the pain of life and strength to keep moving forward each day all while keeping our loved ones memories alive. My purpose in life is to help others navigate and find comfort as they endure grief.