So fucking sad I’m sick
A year ago today our family lost a brother and son. Though Cody was my step brother, he had been walking through our house halls and endlessly knocking on our doors for over thirteen years. When I was younger I didn’t appreciate the little things he taught me. About boys, his mom, how to be a better daughter towards my father, etc. There was a lot that he said that got under my skin, but that’s normal for older brothers and younger sisters. I regret nothing more than not taking photos with him or my family because now it’s too late. He was probably my biggest fan over my photography and saw the future I had for it. If only I could go back and notice these things before. Always wanting a hug. Always wanting to know about me and my life. Always wanting to know more about my camera and the photos I take. Always thinking of the last time I heard his voice.
It’s such a shame what we notice when death occurs, but that’s the beautiful thing about life and death. All those bad times are forgotten and you can only think of all the the precious moments.
So please keep my family in your prayers today. It’s hard to imagine 12 months later, and we never got the answers we wanted. To those families who lost someone and never got the answers or closure, I pray for you too.