9 Jan 2021

The most gut-wrenching and hardest experience I've ever done is explaining to my children that their oldest brother is never coming home. That was almost 15 years ago.  

Now, my second hardest thing I've ever done is disclosing to my children that perhaps soon, I may not be coming home. That was tonight.

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