Harrison, Matt, and I are all back home as of yesterday. My stepmother, Anne, died last Tuesday October 27th in a car accident. My brothers and I left as quickly as we could on Tuesday to be with my Dad. After a week of crying, talking, coping, and supporting each other it was time for us to return home to our jobs and our routines. In some ways, I'm finding that it was easier to be in Denver then it is to be here. I feel lonely, sad, empty, heavy hearted, helpless, and as I move through my day today I feel like there is something missing. I huge part of my life is gone and it doesn't feel good.
Anne was one of our biggest blog followers. Dad told me that every morning at work she would get her coffee, settle down in her cubicle, and then pull up the blogs to see the latest entries. She LOVED her grandchildren. It feels so weird to post knowing that Anne won't be at her computer this morning to see the updated pictures. But somehow I guess we have to put one foot in front of the other and continue on. So, here is a picture from our travels yesterday from Denver back to Indianapolis that I thought Anne would have loved.
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Hi Danza, this is Shannon. I work with your mom. I am so sorry about your step-mom. My prayers are with you and your family.
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