It has been 2 weeks of learning and growing. I can't tell you how appreciative my family members and I are for your support. There has been a phenomenal outpouring of kindness. We have all been searching for ways to deal with the loss in our family, and each of us and our bodies have responded in different ways to the stress of what is often termed "the most cataclysmic event in the human experience." Extreme exhaustion, sickness, and generally feeling out of sorts have been the predominant experiences. None of us seems to be able to get enough sleep. Some days we feel like working out, some days we don't. Mostly the gym has been a wonderful place to get some relief from the pain that just won't go away.
We are slowly pulling through. The sadness will be with us for the rest of our lives, but each day we learn to smile again and begin the slow and steady climb back to health. It's time to get back to proper eating, including supplementing with adrenal support and vitamins, and exercise and laughing and celebrating. The latter two are the hardest to do. Why is there guilt around laughing and celebrating after death? The more we talk about it the better it is. Overall, this situation sucks, but with your support we will be laughing again soon. Thank you for all that you've done.
My husband, Robert, has been so brave. One of the most helpful things he has said is this:
"Don't let this be the house of doom and gloom. Braden wouldn't have wanted that. I said goodbye to my little boy when the accident happened 12 years ago. He did not come home from the hospital as the boy I remembered. For the last 12 years we have had Braden in a new way. His passing is saying goodbye again but it is his liberation."
That statement has helped me and the girls tremendously. I admire that husband of mine so much and I am right here beside him for him and for Chelsea, Rachel, Kiersten and Kelsey-Lynn.