Sometimes I wonder where the time goes. It's been a year since my brother, Craig, passed away. I still remember what I was wearing, where I was standing, and my plans for the evening when I got that phone call from my dad that changed my life forever. This past year has not been easy. There were mornings over the summer where I would lay in bed and cry; Izzy would come lay with me and say, "What's wrong Mommy? I love you." I remember going to Disney World a few weeks after and all the workers saying, "have a magical day." I wanted to yell and scream at them that nothing was magical about my life or my day. I hated the question at the grocery store or gym, "How's your day?" I just wanted to say terrible, thanks for asking. But somehow you manage to get through those days. I often hear the saying time heals all wounds. I disagree. I think that with time I have learned that I can be happy again and that life will be good again. But I don't think time simply passing makes things better. I think it takes work and effort to better understand yourself, your situation, and so much more. I will always miss my brother. There are days when I think everything is going great and then something reminds me of him and I start to cry and I'm ok with that. I have learned a lot about myself over the past year, I have learned a lot about the gospel, the Atonement, and so much more. I am grateful for the things which I have learned and the person I am becoming.
Craig holding Izzy at Christmas. I always teased him that he should not be a pediatrician because babies were not his speciality. I love his fiance, Lindsey, sitting beside him. She is the best person ever-so caring and kind.
I miss him so much and think about him everyday! I love you Craig!!