I know the horror of my grandson’s death, and the discarding of his body in a swamp. But I don’t allow my brain to fill in the details. You don’t have that luxury; the details are forever etched on your memory.
I am glad that you have people you can share the story with, and am honored to be one of them. These stories can be hard to hear, and it is a gift when people say tell me about it. So, whenever you want to write the story, I’m here. Tell me about it.
I also want to add that your choosing to honor the promise is such a blessing for your sisters. You are sparing them the trauma … that’s a shit ton of big sisterly love. 💛