The life- shattering phone call. The long drive home. The
heartbreaking news I had to share with them. They were 10, 6, 2, and 9
months old. The ground crumbling beneath our feet, sending us spiraling
into disparity. Crying, confusion and absolute devastation. The old us .
. . and the new us. It's now been 3 years since Doug passed away.
During that time we have discovered that our lives are a journey, and while it
is not the path we chose, we are walking side by side. I've learned that
one of my children is becoming a man. One of my children is still much
younger than he seems. One of my children is too old for her years.
One of my children is still very much a baby. I now realize that all of
my children are far stronger than I would haveever thought