Would the relationship I have with my boys now ever have been as strong had Jeseca lived? I’ll never truly know, but I’d bet not. Tragedy brought us closer, and bonded us in a love stronger than we ever could have imagined.
I hadn’t planned to post tonight. I’m finalizing the design for Jeseca’s (and my) headstone, otherwise known as a marker.
A few days ago, someone from my son’s karate class approached me to give me her condolences, and to tell me how special and strong our family is in the midst of this.
With the rush to get everything prepared for Jeseca’s service and burial now behind me, I’ve had a couple of days to contemplate all that my life has come to be,