There is no easy way to say this or trite statement to sum up what has happened since I last wrote a blog post.
For those of you who are new to this page I will update a brief synopsis of the tragedies in which are now my reality.
In August 2011 we miscarried identical twins.
In May 2012 we lost my mom Claudette to a rare autoimmune disease.
In November 2012 we lost our daughter Claudette to an enlarged heart. Turns out Claudette means "dies young". Irony at its worse I suppose.
In June of last year we lost Dustin's brother, George Travis.
6 weeks ago Sunday...two days after we celebrated the 4th birthday of our youngest child, we lost "we". Dustin my husband of 12 years and my first love since we were teenagers died by falling 60 feet from a bridge in which he played a huge part in creating as a traffic engineer. He had just turned 39 years old.
I don't have much more to say than just that. I am sure you have lots of questions. I have lots of questions. The coroner and the detective assigned are trying to put together pieces of what happened and we hope to have an official cause of death soon but it will likely read "undetermined". There are just pieces of a puzzle we will never fully know. I don't how to process it or how to help our three small children process it, who have all already gone through more than any child ever should. We are still in shock and are grateful for that shock because in the moments the swelling lessons, which are coming more and more frequent, it literally takes our breathe away with its raw reality.
Dustin was a rock to everyone who knew him. To not have him on this already very difficult journey on earth with me feels like hell. I hold on the to fact that he is in heaven and we will be reunited one day. Until then I will try to give my children the best version of a childhood they can have.
We appreciate all of those who have helped us thus far in too many ways to count. While I simply couldn't thank every person who has done something for us to hold us up physically, emotionally, spiritually and financially each act has meant more than words could express. Please continue to do so because we will need you all in so many ways for the rest of our lives.
If you feel led to help us keep our insurance in the form of Cobra or could share our story so other's might that would mean so much to us! You can do so by clicking here: Help a Grieving Family Keep Their Health Insurance .
But really the most important thing you can do for us is PRAY. Pray for peace for the kids and myself. Pray for sleep especially for the kids. Pray for understanding and acceptance for all of us affected by the tragic death of a man whom I never dreamed living a day of the rest of my life without.
