I woke up around 4am this morning. Tried to go back to sleep, but I can't. I kept having thoughts of you, seeing your face the last time we saw each other, your smile, remembering hugging you, marveling at how tall you were, but that you were still my "little" brother. Who could have known that less than 2 months later, we would be robbed of the chance to see that smile again? So many many tears.
Friday was the first morning that I did not cry on the way to drop the kids off to school or on the way to work after I dropped the kids off. I made it to the parking lot without a tear and couldn't believe it. Baby steps, right?
Your mother said that God told her that you were with Him and that she is thankful and has no hatred towards the suspect in custody. Wow.
I am clinging to what she said and trying to find my own peace. Love you.
D
Proverbs 3
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