08/25/2024
Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way...August 24th is by far the worst day of my life; it's still so hard to understand. Beefy, I love you so much, and miss you every day.
Today was hard, you relive every hour and remember what you were doing until you got the call that changed your lives forever.
That morning Ethan had come to the barn to help me feed the horses like he always did. This time he had Sarah and Beemo with him. I was a little surprised, because Sarah wasn't allowed at our house anymore, and I thought Beemo was in jail. He was happy when he left, and told me he would clean his bathroom before the girls came over for dinner that night.
I was at the barn feeding the horses when Robby came over and said there were police and an ambulance at the house, and that Ethan was unconscious. We needed to get home right away. It's hard to work through what the rest of the night was like...you don't know pain until you see your baby boy's body leave in a body bag, and that is how you say goodbye.
I think Hunter had the best idea today; he was going to spend the day celebrating Ethan and he and Alicia were going to do all the favorite things E loved...and ending the night by making a blanket fort in the living room and watching Pirates of the Caribean.
Someday soon, I hope I can approach this day as a celebration of your life and just remember all the good times, not the one really bad time.
If you know anyone that is struggling, please attend our event tomorrow at 3 pm at Tomball High School.
Fly high, my baby boy; you are still touching so many lives today.