It's been nearly a decade since these boys lost their daddy. He slipped away peacefully in his sleep after a long, long battle with brain cancer. They watched him struggle, but they had time to play with him and say their goodbyes. It was hard. I was 33, a widow with five young sons to raise. It was hard. I haven't written about it yet because it's still hard, but maybe I will someday.
I wish I could send a little message to that younger me. I wish I could whisper into her ear that these brave little lads would make it through. We wouldn't be without our share of challenges and difficulties, but we would make it. I wish she could have seen that one day, they would be like this: tall, strong, and handsome. And still making it though.
Wherever you are today, hang on. You'll make it through.
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