Today I'm remembering my brother Ed, and Mark, Duane, and Jenny.
It's been 29 years since we lost them and I miss them all...still.
I am remembering all those who loved them well and still grieve their passing. The shadow cast over our lives from those dark days is still too dark for some.
I am remembering those who were on the "other side" of the tragedy at the time. They decided not to stay there. I'm grateful we've all found our way to the same side.
It took a lot of love, grace, and forgiveness (it still does) but we've figured out how to be a family again.
It's messy and painful at times, but it's a story of restoration that only God himself could have written.
I know that Ed, Mark, Duane, and even Jenny, if they could see us now, would tell us all how proud they are of how far we've all traveled on this long and painful journey to wholeness, healing, and redemption. ... See MoreSee Less
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