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Hilton Family

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 possible.