Sandy Hook: Blogger Day of Silence

What If...?

Do you ever find yourself asking this question? You know, the what if something something wouldn't have happened, then something else wouldn't have happened question. I have to admit, I do more often than I should. I found out something last week (that I won't be sharing on this blog) that made me ask this question regarding the most devastating thing that has happened in my life (I also just remembered I haven't even told my husband yet. Bad wife). I even find myself asking those two words for the smallest things (what if I would have had water instead of wine, maybe my head wouldn't hurt so bad). Okay, bad example.  Sometimes this question can be good to ask before something happens, especially if you're trying to make a decision. However, in my opinion, I find it hard to move past something if you are always asking this question.

I've always been one to believe that everything happens for a reason, but sometimes it is hard to think that way when you just can't move on without knowing exactly what that reason is. I know someday I'll have the answer, but until then, I'll keep living, trying to believe that if something is meant to be, it will be, and there's no what if that would ever change that.

Friday's Letters: Heavy Heart

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Oh Michael Scott, how I miss you! I love this quote of his.

I have a heavy heart for today's letters. Today's post is going to be a little different than most, as it is a little more gloomy than usual. I wasn't going to write about this at first, but I think it will help me get through the day to write out some feelings I'm having.

First, a little back-story before I dive into my letter:
     I lost my Dad on this day, exactly 5 years ago. It was a Friday and it was the 13th. 7/13/2007. The unluckiest day in all the land. I was far from home. It was a car accident. He was the passenger. The driver had been drinking. He was 41. Too young for his adventure to end. Too many things I never got to say.

Typical Daddio. Crazy, full of energy and the life of the party.

 Dear Dad, thanks for showing me that you're never too old to have fun and live like there won't be a tomorrow. Even though you let me down once or twice, your hugs and smile made it easy to forgive you. Thanks for all of the adventures in all the different places you lived. I have so many memories that I'll treasure always. You were the best daddio a girl could ask for and you were taken away too soon. You didn't get to walk me down the aisle. You didn't get to meet your Grandson. I know you're watching over us though, wishing you could join in our shenanigans. You were the handsomest guy I knew, and no, this picture doesn't do you justice! =) I hope you know how much I love you and miss you and think about you every day. Dear Husband, I know I've told you this before, but it hurts my heart that you never got to meet him. He would love you and be so happy and proud that I found you. Dear anyone who reads this, go hug your loved ones that are close to you and call the ones that aren't. Make sure they know you're thinking about them and how you feel. Waiting for tomorrow might be too late. Everyone's adventure is different and you never know how they're going to end. Oh, and don't drink and drive. That's just dumb.

Thanks so much for reading! I promise I'll be back next week with happiness! I hope your weekend is full of love, laughter and adventure!

xo, Jess

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