This morning after I sent the kids off to school I got dressed for the gym and went in for a cycling class. About half way through the class a rush of overwhelming sadness took over me as I thought about my Uncle Kent who's life was cut short last week as he was riding his bike in Arizona. My uncle was a triathlete, marathoner and an avid bike rider. He was doing what he loved when a drunk driver hit him, took off and left him on the side of the road to die. Meanwhile his wife was left wondering where he was. When he was found he had no I.D. on him so he was listed as 'John Doe' until his family put the pieces together and were able to identify him. We are still waiting for the release of his body so the family can start the healing process. I have not been in close touch with my uncle or his children since my childhood. Our cousins were our greatest playmates. We grew up with countless sleep overs at each other's homes, at Grandparents, and vacations together. I have so many fond memories of Jenni, Julie, Laura, Uncle Kent, and Aunt Madilee. I feel the loss as I try to find understanding in this and can only try to understand and grasp a bit of what they might be going through. So my prayers and thoughts go out to Julie, her kids and Jason, to Jenni and her girls, to Laura and to Cheri, my uncle's wife.
As I was talking to my neighbor about this horrible accident she commented about the year that we have been through. It has been the hardest year of my life. With the loss of Shawn's job, a horrible bombshell about my family and family secrets, the loss of a beloved pet, and my uncle's death -to say the least it has not been an easy year. But I realize that in this year I have found that I am stronger than I have ever known and that there is so much support and love in good neighbors, friends and family. I have learned the strength, compassion and love of siblings can teach and help heal broken hearts and start the mending. So to all those that have helped through support either in a listening ear, prayers, taking kids off our hands, or any other way, Thank you so much.
And thanks to My Heavenly Father that gives us these struggles so that we can grow and learn about our own potential and remind us that there are wonderful people all around us to lift us when we can't do it ourselves.