Another Life Ends

Last Friday I received horrible news. It was the kind of call that no one wants to get. My brother (John) was gone by his own hand. He was mostly estranged from the family and never met Daddy or Sofia. Samantha saw him once at a funeral when she was 10 months old. That was the last time my other brother, Bill and I saw him. This is painful on a level I can't yet describe and I am not going to try. Maybe it's strange, but upon returning home all I wanted (after a shower) was to play with my kids. We had a few neighbor kids over and had Nana, Papa and Wendy join us for dinner. It feels good to live. I am so grateful to have family and friends to support me... thank you!