Last week our family had the shock of loss move through our family.
It was the middle of the night call no one ever wants and is never prepared for.
My husband's nephew was killed in a car accident. He was 31.
That sentence holds much grief for so many people.
He was a father, son, brother, fiancé, nephew, uncle, cousin and friend.
How do you possibly say goodbye to this handsome young man?
I have no idea. The grief is raw and brutal.
But we did one thing to help......
We got busy.
We made bracelets. Lots of 'em.
As many as we could, and handed them out at the funeral to his friends and family.
There were special ones for his mother, sister, fiancé and his girls.
We made over 60. They are adjustable and fit everyone.
He has identical twin daughters.
They are adorable in every way possible.
At gatherings this past week, they lifted our hearts immeasurably.
Why do we wait to celebrate people?
This confounds me.
Why didn't we have a "Let's Celebrate John!" day two weeks ago? A month ago?
How we wish we could have told him the things we wanted to. Should have.
I feel like picking one of my friends and throwing a party for them just because they Are.
Then continue on friend by friend, family by family.
I have learned this:
Judge no one. Love is everything.
To his daughters, to his fiancé, to Alese, to his mother, sister, father, Howard,
and all of us who have lost the promise of his future, I am so sorry.
*Thank you so much for your earlier comments.
I have removed the Sad Dog post.*