December 16,2005,our life was forever changed. My husband, Pedro, was in Guadalajara,
Mexico, tying up a few loose endsfrom our recent move back to the
States. Pedro and a friend were abducted, carjacked . . . TAKEN! We
knew few details and the investigation was at a dead end for months. The
first weekswere the most agonizing. Not knowing where he was or WHY
was very difficult. As the months went by, everything inside of me told
me, he was FOREVER gone! My children grieved the disappearance of their
father as I grieved his death. We prayed everyday for closure.
February 20, 2007, I received a call from the Homicide Department in
Guadalajara, Mexico, requesting DNA. They found two male bodies murdered
andburied at an abandonedranch outside the city.
On March 8, 2007, we finally buried Pedro. Both my children,
Maverick and Isabel, had good and bad days. Their hearts were full of
questions and fear. We are still working
through some of these feelings.
They miss their father more than anyone can put into words. They have a
hole that is impossible to fill. There isn't a day that goes by that
Pedro doesn't grace our thoughts. Maverick and Isabel know they were loved by
Everything we experiencein our lives shapes us to be the people we
are. God doesn't make mistakes, and we choose to acceptHis plan for
us. Our journey has been a long road that really never ends.
Happiness isn't a destination. If we wait to arrive at a place where we
will havejoy, we will never get
there.Wereceivehappiness and joy alongthe journey
we call life. We choose life!