In loving memory of my first-born son, SGT Tyrell Seth Williams, USMC
25 December 1976 ~ 11 February 2008
It’s Thursday, 11 February 2021. Perhaps to many, it is just another day marking the beginning of the end of another week. But for me, the date has a very specific meaning. It marks the date that my world shattered...that my family unit began to crumble…that I was propelled on a journey that would take me to the bowels of grief and the dark night of the soul that seemed to go on endlessly. Thirteen years ago today, my eldest son was killed in a hit-and-run less than 90 days of returning home from his third tour in Iraq. A young man who was ready to begin his life, settling in Austin and preparing to attend the university of Texas. The perpetrator of this tragedy was never identified.
May these words offer comfort to those who are suffering with a loss and support in knowing that you are not alone. Please know that it is both loving and healing to be gentle with ourselves. As you travel your path, hold fast. You will heal, you will rekindle your passion for life, and your heart will smile again.
From my heart to yours...
