We look back on this trail of tears with the same awareness. We shall not forget or overlook the loss.
We look ahead with the same hope. We shall continue to learn to celebrate
Deacon’s life and spirit. He is a life asset to each of us. There are new tears, but they are not the same tears. The trail leads to a promise of love everlasting.
You have an amazing way with words. Your writing is so honest, raw and insightful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
I was 14 y/o when my older brother died. I can relate to much of this and I am certain my mother could relate even more. In my experience, the grief does soften, but it never goes away. Thankfully. I think that would be even more painful.
Your writing is raw, beautiful, and captivating, and your years of transparency on this page have been appreciated beyond measure. We look forward to sharing Deacon’s legacy through the Foundation. Much love to you all.
We look ahead with the same hope. We shall continue to learn to celebrate
Deacon’s life and spirit. He is a life asset to each of us. There are new tears, but they are not the same tears. The trail leads to a promise of love everlasting.