Life. It’s mostly amazing. Sometimes it blindsides you on a random Monday. On June 15, 2015, my oldest son, Noah, was in a car accident that would take his life six days later. He was 17. Losing him has rocked. my. world. Some people say it takes a tragedy for you to realize what’s important. For me, that’s half true. I’ve always known what’s important. Family. Friendship. Kindness. Compassion. Love. Setting goals. Achieving them. And being an all-around good human. But through my journey, I’m learning that I had a whole lot of useless noise getting in the way of putting those important things in the right order.
Noah has helped me find my voice and the right order. He’s taught me to take in life’s lessons and see beauty in the most unexpected places. He’s made me a better human. He’s restored my faith in the Lord and in people. He has created a drive in me that is unstoppable. I don’t go a day without wishing he was here. But he’s taught me that I can’t go another second without living a life full of passion, creativity, purpose, and meaningful relationships.
I am a bereaved mom and a mom to a warrior kid who is by far the strongest person I know. I am a proud military spouse still madly in love with my husband of nearly 20 years. And I am a survivor. My voice is honest. Some days I can see the amazingly good and sometimes I struggle with the amazingly bad, just like everybody else. My journey is long and not even close to finished. Join me as I come through and out of the darkness and into the light of a new way of thinking, one messy step at a time.