Let’s talk openly for a second. Have you ever found yourself staring at a situation that felt absolutely hopeless? I'm talking about those moments when life hits so hard it knocks the wind out of you. Maybe it's a loss so deep, an injustice so bitter, or grief so consuming you can't imagine taking another step. I've been there. In fact, our family has faced this head-on in a way I rarely share.
Father's Day weekend, 2017, my husband's mother, father, and oldest son were tragically murdered in a senseless home invasion. They were innocent, beautiful souls just living peacefully in their home when violence shattered our lives. As my husband's wife, their bonus mom, and daughter-in-law, watching him grapple with this unimaginable loss broke something deep within me. Grief like this isn't neat—it’s raw, messy, and relentless.
