Slowly but Surely: 7 years later...

This won't be a sad post, just a strong one. If you would have asked me at this time 7 years ago what I was going to do. I would not have been able to answer because I was running out of Baptist Health and wasn't going to stop until somebody stopped me. I have lost my mother, my protector, my answer giver, my sometimes bipolar best friend, my biggest fan, my personal trainer, my one-on-one basketball partner. But after years and years of questioning, depression, anger, doubt, I know she isn't here for a reason. Whether or not it was a God thing, or the doctor thing. Anyways. I feel more hurt for my little sisters than I do myself. I had 13, almost 14 years of her motherly ways. Corbin only had 7 and Emery had only 2. Throughout all the heartache and headaches I am very thankful for who are raising Corbin and Emery and wouldn't want anyone else to do it. And who have been there for me through all my proms, boyfriend heartaches, sporting events, and whatever else I needed. Even though I lost my father and my mother, I gained so many other mother and father figures in my life, most times I feel like the luckiest 20 year old alive.