I’m really trying to keep it together today, and I thought this year would be easier than last year…it’s not. I was doing ok, until I received a family group text from my mom at 9:40 this morning asking for a moment of silence. That moment marked two years of heartache. Two years ago, I was at my parent’s house calling anyone and everyone, my brother was driving all over the place in search of my Dad. He was supposed to meet me a couple hours earlier and never showed up and we were trying to find him. Not knowing that in one hour (the doorbell rang at 2:19pm) two detectives were going to ring that door bell and re-shape our family and alter our lives forever. When I saw them on the door step, I knew what was happening, I remember shaking my head and saying No, please, no when they asked us to come sit down, but after that, it’s a blur of hyperventilating and hysterical crying.
The past two years have been a time of healing and growing for our family. I feel blessed that we have become stronger instead of breaking apart.
I went to the cemetery this morning and had a good cry and will be going to my mom’s house for dinner tonight.
I will stop for now, but I’m sure Tara will also be posting about this today, so please bear with us.