Hope for the Victims of the Boston Marathon Bombing (and others)

Yesterday, I was on the phone with my sister when she said, “Oh my gosh. Catania. Did you hear about what happened in Boston? At the Boston Marathon?”
“No. What’s up?”
“It was bombed.”

I couldn’t believe it. I went to the computer and found a news story. Instantly, my heart ached for the people who were suffering and worrying. My dad works in Boston, and I have to admit that I was happy to remember that he was out of town. Then, I started thinking about the race. A few years ago, I ran a marathon in Baltimore, MD. I have to say, the event was amazing. There were thousands of people lined up in the streets, running…running for their health, running because they are competitive, running to honor passed friends, running to raise money for diseases. It seemed to me that every person out there was running for a good reason. Most people who run a marathon won’t come close to winning, but they’re still there–happy to run. Running a marathon is about discipline, mental toughness, physical exertion, and accomplishment. It’s really amazing.

When I thought of Boston, I thought of all the people-who in one second were reveling in the denouement of months of training. Then, the next second, they were afraid for their lives. This doesn’t make any sense to me at all.

I don’t understand terrorists. I don’t understand how people could be filled with so much hate and anger. I don’t understand the darkness of a soul that would choose to hurt so many people at random. It honestly makes no logical sense to me. Why can’t we let happy people be happy? Why is it that there are so many people who want to pull others down rather than build each other up? My mind aches when I think of those who have been hurt.

This Boston situation isn’t all, either. It seems like there is always something horrible happening. School shootings. Bombings. Drug Wars. Kidnapping. Child Abuse. I could go on, but I won’t. We already know it all.

Today, I went on a run/hike in the trails near my home. It was a gloriously beautiful morning. I had been thinking of those in Boston as I began my own ascent into the hills. It felt good to breathe hard, to feel my thighs sting, as I climbed. I prayed for a while as I ran. Then, listened to a talk by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf – The Hope of God’s Light. I felt especially touched by this quote:

“There may be some among you who feel darkness encroaching upon you. You may feel burdened by worry, fear, or doubt. To you and to all of us, I repeat a wonderful and certain truth: God’s light is real. It is available to all! It gives life to all things.1 It has the power to soften the sting of the deepest wound. It can be a healing balm for the loneliness and sickness of our souls. In the furrows of despair, it can plant the seeds of a brighter hope. It can enlighten the deepest valleys of sorrow. It can illuminate the path before us and lead us through the darkest night into the promise of a new dawn.”

I experienced a bit of an object lesson as I listened to this talk. I walked up the mountain, in the shadows. The hike caused me to breathe heavily. I was getting goosebumps as a breeze blew past me. Yet, I knew that there was light on the other side. As long as I kept walking, I’d soon catch my breath and bask in the sun.

And I did.

Step by step, I climbed the mountain, and soon saw the amazing view of the valley, including the temple in the distance.

View from the top...can you spot the temple?

View from the top…can you spot the temple?


Despite the horrible things that happen in this world – whether they are natural disasters or things that we do to one another, I was filled with warmth as I remembered that God loves us. As we seek Him and our Savior, our hearts can be filled with hope even during the darkest times. While we mourn those who are victims – in Boston and elsewhere – we can also be comforted by Christ: His light, His life, His Resurrection. He is our hope.

Listen to this talk by President Uchtdorf…it will lift your spirits.

Depression and Suicide – Finding Hope

Two years ago, a friend of mine, and my best friend’s older brother lost his battle.

He had most likely suffered from bi-polar disorder or another mental illness without ever getting it officially diagnosed. Instead, he was trapped by stigmas and self-medication. Unfortunately, his situation became so dire, he felt that the best option, his only option, was death. He took his life two years ago.

With his decision, there have been a host of mixed emotions. Anger, frustration, sadness, despair. It seems like when someone dies of suicide, it is harder to find hope. I don’t pretend to have any answers to this problem. However, this is helpful:

“Suicide consists in the voluntary and intentional taking of one’s own life, particularly where the person involved is accountable and has a sound mind. . . . Persons subject to great stresses may lose control of themselves and become mentally clouded to the point that they are no longer accountable for their acts. Such are not to be condemned for taking their own lives. It should also be remembered that judgment is the Lord’s; he knows the thoughts, intents, and abilities of men; and he in his infinite wisdom will make all things right in due course” – Bruce R. McConkie

As far as my own experience – with Matt, and my friend Steph, and their family. I know them, and I’ve known them for many years. I know that Matt was a good guy with some serious difficulties. His difficulties were no different than having a heart problem or kidney disease. It was a real problem, left untreated. If we leave high blood pressure untreated, the risk is death. If we leave diabetes untreated, the risk is death. If we ignore the symptoms of high blood pressure or diabetes, and continue doing the things that would exacerbate the problems, then the risk is death. Depression, bi-polar disorder, and other mental disorders are no different. If Mental illnesses are left untreated, the risk is dire. If we ignore the symptoms of mental disorder and continue doing the things that will exacerbate the problem, then we are at grave risk. Matt is an unfortunate example of this.

I know that the gospel offers hope. I am not a neuroscientist or doctor, but I think that there is a connection between choosing the right and general mental health. In Alma, we learn

“And now, my son, all men that are in a state of nature, or I would say, in a carnal state, are in the gall of bitterness and in the bonds of iniquity; they are without God in the world, and they have gone contrary to the nature of God; therefore, they are in a state contrary to the nature of happiness.” – Alma 41:11

I know that depression isn’t as simple as choosing the right. I have suffered from depression. I have suffered, especially, from post-partum depression. I know that it is difficult to control. I also know that as we seek to be closer to God, then we are on the track to happiness. We may not have these happy-go-lucky days. Things may be hard, but when we exercise faith in the Lord, and when we do what is necessary to become whole (priesthood blessings, therapy, even medication), then we will eventually obtain the happiness we desire.

I love this quote by Elder Packer,

“It was meant to be that life would be a challenge. To suffer some anxiety, some depression, some disappointment, even some failure is normal. Teach our members that if they have a good, miserable day once in a while, or several in a row, to stand steady and face them. Things will straighten out. There is great purpose in our struggle in life.” – Elder Boyd K. Packer, Ensign, May 1978

I have to admit, sometimes I forget that. It is easy to think, especially as members of the church – people who believe in a plan of happiness, that we should always be happy. However, we must remember that we do face challenging times. Not only is this life difficult, but our bodies are not perfected. We have hormones, we may have chemical imbalances, and who knows how some of the things we put in our bodies effect our delicate hormonal systems. There are various reasons we may get a little depressed or anxious.

It is good to remember that a hard day, or even a series of them is relatively normal. We shouldn’t self-medicate, but we should look to the Lord. If things feel like they are too much to handle, we should seek appropriate help. We can be happy. Heavenly Father wants us to be happy. His nature is happiness. He can guide us to a happy life.

My friend wrote a really great post about her experience. Please, check it out here. You can also check out a very good podcast about families who have experienced suicide here. If you know someone who is suffering, please take it seriously. If you have been a survivor of someone who committed suicide, I hope that you can find comfort.

Charity Hopeth All Things

I totally love today’s assignment: studying charity and hope…And I completely love this scripture:

“Wherefore, whoso believeth in God might with surety hope for a better world, yea, even a place at the right hand of God, which hope cometh of faith, maketh an anchor to the souls of men, which would make them sure and steadfast, always abounding in good works, being led to glorify God.” – Ether 12:4

Here, we see the progression of Faith and then hope.

When we believe in God, we hope for a better world.

I understand that. I hope for a better world. I know that this world will not happen now. I know that world I hope for. I hope for the future, when we live in peace. I think of the lyrics

How blessed the day when the lamb and the lion
Shall lie down together without any ire,
And Ephraim be crowned with his blessing in Zion,
As Jesus descends with his chariot of fire! – The Spirit of God

There are many things that frustrate me about this world right now. And I don’t mean in a stressed-out-unhappy-frustrated way. I mean it in a, “I-can’t-wait-until-a-better-day-way.” I get frustrated with the limitations we have – as natural men. I especially get frustrated with my own limitations and foibles. I get frustrated that I am so flawed. I have many weaknesses. I get frustrated that the world around me is growing in wickedness and boldness. We have so many things threatening our physical and spiritual lives.

Yet, thanks to my faith in the Savior, my frustrations are quelled. I’m filled with hope. Even though I still battle my natural tendencies and try to endure the other trials I face, I know that I don’t need to stress. I know that I don’t need to despair. My faith leads to hope for a better world.

This hope anchors me to the Savior and keeps me cheerful even in difficult times.

As I anchor myself to Christ – through hope – I find that my faith is strengthened, and I’m able to be more charitable. Faith hope and charity are pretty amazing…Elder Uchtdorf explains how they complement one another:

“Faith, hope, and charity complement each other, and as one increases, the others grow as well. Hope comes of faith, for without faith, there is no hope. In like manner faith comes of hope, for faith is “the substance of things hoped for.”

Hope is critical to both faith and charity. When disobedience, disappointment, and procrastination erode faith, hope is there to uphold our faith. When frustration and impatience challenge charity, hope braces our resolve and urges us to care for our fellowmen even without expectation of reward. The brighter our hope, the greater our faith. The stronger our hope, the purer our charity.” – President Dieter F. Uchtdorf

I love how the Lord helps so much in our quest to obtain charity. I love how the principles of faith, hope, and charity work together. We aren’t expected to do this all on our own. We receive help. We receive strength. Our hope, based on our faith in Christ, will lead us to be more charitable. Our hope, will sustain us in trials. Our hope is strengthened as our faith is strengthened. Our hope is sustained when we give charitable acts.

Everything in the gospel is an upward spiral. Don’t you just love it?

How do you remain hopeful, even in times of trial? How has hope helped to fortify your faith and inspire you to have charity?

Recognizing our Own “Nothingness” (Mosiah 4:4-5)

This is taken from King Benjamin’s address to his people…

“And king Benjamin again opened his mouth and began to speak unto them, saying: My friends and my brethren, my kindred and my people, I would again call your attention, that ye may hear and understand the remainder of my words which I shall speak unto you.

For behold, if the knowledge of the goodness of God at this time has awakened you to a sense of your nothingness, and your worthless and fallen state—” – Mosiah 4:4-5

Okay, I know that I stopped this quote in the middle of a thought, but as I read it, I wondered, do I really recognize my own nothingness?

Do we recognize our own nothingness???

This statement by King Benjamin reminds me of when Moses declares,

“…Now, for this cause I know that man is nothing, which thing I never had supposed.” – Moses 1:10

In a way, I take this scripture for granted. I figure, of course man is nothing. But I realize that it is thanks to Moses (and King Benjamin and other prophets) that I truly know this. I have been trying to really ponder what this means lately.

And I’ve realized that I am nothing.

Have you ever been to the desert?

Sedona, AZ

If you have, then you know that it is vast. I remember the first time I went to the desert. I went to Moab, UT. Even driving down there, through Central and Eastern Utah, I started to get amazed. I could see for miles and miles and miles. There was nothing obstructing my view. There were no trees, buildings, or people. I just saw miles of rocks, crags, and buttes. It was thrilling, yet I also became distinctly aware that I was nothing. I was only a spec on the land. When night fell, this realization became even more jolting, as the desert sky is bigger than any other sky and full of bright stars. Even though the landscape is dimmed, I felt even smaller, knowing that there were millions, billions, or trillions of stars, planets, and creations out in the expanse of space.

Yet, there I was, little me, sitting in the desert. I am nothing.

Do we as a society truly understand our own nothingness? I’m not sure. I mean, especially now – instead of gazing up at the sky or across the land, we spend a lot of time on facebook, or on blogs (I’m guilty of this) gazing at our own navels. Because we have been blessed with so much intelligence and technology, it is easy to forget how small we are, how powerless we are. It is easy to forget what the Lord asked,

“How long can rolling waters remain impure? What power shall stay the heavens? As well might man stretch forth his puny arm to stop the Missouri river in its decreed course, or to turn it up stream, as to hinder the Almighty from pouring down knowledge from heaven upon the heads of the Latter-day Saints.” – Doctrine and Covenants 121:33

So…we need to remember that we are nothing.

I think that when we do this, we can have one of two outcomes. (Maybe there are more, but I’ve only pondered these two)…

One – Recognizing our own Nothingness without Knowing God
When we come to recognize our own nothingness without knowing God, I think that it would fill us with a sense of despair. I feel like this quote explains exactly what I mean:

““Hot and tired I stop in the shade of an overhanging ledge and take a drink from my canteen. Resting, I listen to the deep dead stillness of the canyon. No wind or breeze, no birds, no running water, no sound of any kind but the stir of my own breathing.
“Alone in the silence, I understand for a moment the dread which many feel in the presence of primeval desert, the unconscious fear which compels them to tame, alter or destroy what they cannot understand, to reduce the wild and prehuman to human dimensions. Anything rather than confront directly the antehuman, that other world which frightens not through danger or hostility but in something far worse—its implacable indifference.” – Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire, p. 91

When we notice our nothingness, and we don’t know God, we are filled with dread. Life seems like a coincidence or a joke. We notice our nothingness, but there is nothing to fill us with love. We may think that the world and nature is indifferent to us, that we are just biological accidents–That we are a blip on the screen of the history of the world. Suddenly, everything we may find important about ourselves seems silly. We lose hope and purpose.

Nothingness – without God – conjures a kind of humility with no hope – dread or despair.

Two – Recognizing Our Nothingness and Knowing God
When we recognize our own nothingness, and know that God loves us, we become overwhelmed with humility, hope, and gratitude.

My experience in the desert was similar to Edward Abbey’s (as quoted above), but with one striking difference. Instead of feeling dread, I felt overwhelmed with Love. There I stood, in the desert, small. I knew I was small. The desert was so big around me. Yet, despite my smallness and insignificance, I knew that God loved me, and knew exactly where I was. I remembered the scripture,

“Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God?

But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.” – Luke 12:6-7

Even in this world, among all of the creations God had made, he is aware of me. And He loves me.

How do I deserve that? How can I be anything but grateful?

Not only does He know us and love us, but he blesses us – specifically and personally.

Yesterday, my dad was leaving to go to my sister’s house in OKC. He had visited me in Boston. We all went out to Mimi’s Cafe for brunch, and then my sister and my dad were heading out. At Mimi’s Cafe, my dad noticed that his driver’s license and ATM card were not in his wallet. He figured that they were in his coat pocket – from when he was traveling on the plane. I insisted that he check the coat pocket before he left for OKC. After brunch, we got to the car. He checked his coat pockets and found they were empty. He checked his laptop-bag, his luggage, his pants pockets. He checked everything, and they were nowhere to be found.

This was disconcerting – as he would need identification to get on the plane again. So, we went back to my house to check for the missing cards.

We searched everywhere. I suggested we say a prayer, and we did. We began our search again. They started calling the airlines to see what the procedure would be for lost ID. I received the impression to go outside and look for the cards.

The Lord directed my path, and I found them in the leaf pile. We celebrated finding the cards, and then offered a prayer of gratitude.

I thought about that – and tried to think of it in the “big picture” – in God’s perspective. His scope is so huge. He is aware of all of his infinite creations. And, in the scheme of things two cards for my dad are pretty small. In fact, even in the scheme of our own lives, of my dad’s life, those cards are pretty insignificant.

Yet the Lord, despite our nothingness, chose to direct our paths, and we found the cards. Even though we are less than specs in His eternal view, He loves us. He cares about us. He finds important what we find important.

I can’t help but be filled with love as I consider that despite my nothingness, God loves me.

What helps you to remember your own nothingness? How do you feel God’s love despite your nothingness? Why do you think it is important to recognize both?

Running the Halloween 5K

On Saturday, I ran in a 5K with a few friends.

Cherries, Ms. Pacman, and Ghosties

Two years ago, I ran in this 5k. It was within the first month that I moved to Arki-land, and it was also the first 5K I ran after having my third little kiddo (“Sasquatch”). During her pregnancy, I experienced a great deal of pain in my pubic bone. After I had her, I was still in a ton of pain. My body just didn’t want to go back together. But, I was intent on getting back in shape and running. It was hard and difficult. Mostly because it was painful.

Two years ago, I ran the 5K in about 34 minutes – and I was in pretty severe pain for the next two days. That was typical.

But I still remember how great it felt to finish.

This time, I ran in the 5K mostly because I thought it would be fun. I haven’t been training or running much. I work-out at home, but Homey isn’t really home enough for me to run much. No biggie. I went and had fun.

Why did the Chicken Run the 5k?

When I started running, it was about blowing off steam. I had a lot of stressful stuff happening in my life, and running literally saved my life. Prior to that time, I would joke, I will only run if I’m being chased. Running started off as a hobby; a stress-reliever. I would go for a run and listen to music loudly, punching the air to the beat of the song that was playing. Sometimes, I’d go for a run and listen to nothing – admiring the beauty of Pennsylvania. I was excited whenever I had the chance to run somewhere new. I made it a point to run on the beach in Massachusetts when visiting my dad. While traveling to Germany, I ran every day, on these paths that ran through fields of asparagus. I ran in Utah – to the temple – and nearly passed out from the altitude. I ran in AZ, Mexico, and anywhere I spent enough time to get in a quick run.

Running was about living. It was about sweating. It was about seeing if I could do something, and then experiencing the joy from endorphins and accomplishment.

Things started to change, though…Runners to be a competitive bunch. Pretty soon, running isn’t good enough. You start to make goals. You start to wear a watch. Maybe you even buy a garmin, and track every single step. If you are slow one day, you think about every contributing factor, maybe I need new socks…it is cold outside…I ate a hamburger for dinner last night. A little bit of this is okay, I think. It is important to always progress. But there’s a point – a threshold I crossed – when running went from stress-reliever to stress-producer. Then, I got pregnant, and my pubic bone went insane, and I stopped running again.

This last pregnancy (with T-Rex) was the most painful ever. I could barely take a step. I could not lift my legs. It was a huge challenge to put on pants. And sleeping – was one of the most painful things in the world. So, running was out. In fact, I had such trouble walking, I remember that one day, when I was walking into church, I was passed by an elderly woman with a walker! It was the worst, and I feared that I would never be normal again.

Thankfully, this condition was temporary, and after I had the T-Rex, I was feeling a lot better. In fact, recovery was better with him than it had been with little Sasquatch. I started working out, and eventually, I went for a run. The first few runs were pretty painful – which is what I was expecting. I couldn’t run a continuous mile. But I kept at it. After a few months, I ran pain free!

And I remembered, again, what I loved about running: moving my body, living, and enjoying the world that Heavenly Father created.

Now…what does this have to do with the gospel. A lot.

  • Expectations – It has been about two months since I last run. I knew that I would be running in the 5K, but I hadn’t really done anything to prepare. I am overweight. And I was kind of tempted to hope that I would run a fast 5K! Silly! This thought came to my mind:
    “Honesty is essential in requesting things from God. It would not be fully honest, for example, to ask the Lord for help on a test in school if I have not paid attention in class, done the homework assigned, or studied for the test.” – J Devn Cornish

    I realized, it would not be fully honest for me to hope/pray for a 25 minute 5K when I haven’t run in two months, and when I’m eating like a jerk.

  • Satisfaction – Sometimes I have a really tough time being satisfied with what I’m doing. I don’t know if it is a Mormon thing or an American thing or what – but we are such goal oriented people, and we are such hard workers – yet we fall short of perfection – sometimes we have a hard time being satisfied.

    I think that this is wrong.

    Two scriptural examples:

    ” 18 She perceiveth that her merchandise is good:…” – Proverbs 31:18

    This scripture comes from the description of a virtuous woman. I love how the virtuous woman perceives her worth. She doesn’t deride herself. She doesn’t point out her flawed effort. Instead, she is able to find joy in her creation. She isn’t prideful, but she is satisfied.

    Another example:

    ” 31 And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.” – Genesis 1:31

    After God created the earth, he saw that it was good.

    It seems like we can follow His example: we can do our best and then feel happy about the hard work that we have done.

    While I was running the 5K, I was tempted to get frustrated with my effort early on. Thankfully, I have been thinking about this concept a while – my best efforts being good enough. I know that there is always room to improve, but I knew that during that run, I was giving my best effort for that moment. While I haven’t been running, I have been working out – I’ve been doing my best. I decided to be happy about it. I ran with my music, punching the air to the beat of the music. And I had a really great time.

  • Gratitude and Good Cheer – Just when I was tempted to compare myself with others, I saw this young woman…

    She came dressed up as "Inspiration"

    Can you See her Smile?

    It was hard to watch her cross the finish line without crying. I was tempted to be frustrated with myself, and then I see her, happily pushing herself toward the finish. I feel like she illustrated this scripture:

    “Therefore, dearly beloved brethren, let us cheerfully do all things that lie in our power; and then may we stand still, with the utmost assurance, to see the salvation of God, and for his arm to be revealed.” – Doctrine and Covenants 123:17

    All we can do is what we can do – and we should do it cheerfully. The amazing thing is – when we do, and we “stand still” – sure in our God, we will see His power in our lives. He will make up the difference. We can be happy – even in our most meager efforts.

I love how life can teach us so many things. Happy Halloween!

Lessons I’ve learned from my Little Brother

It was my brother’s birthday Friday.

Potty Training...A Classic Memory

The crazy thing about this birthday is that we are all “celebrating” it without him. Okay, it isn’t as much of a celebration as it is a remembrance.

For my brother’s birthday, I sent a text to each of my siblings – saying that I love them. Doesn’t sound like much, I know, but for our family it is a lot. The more time passes, the stranger it seems that Sean is passed on.

However, I’m so grateful, still for the gospel. Often, people ask me how I’m “dealing” with Sean’s passing. It is strange to think about, sure, but I feel like I’m okay. Here’s a list of three things I’ve been thinking about…

  • Gratitude – I know where Sean is, and I know that I’ll see him again. I know that Christ made this all possible. We learn from the Book of Mormon
    “And if Christ had not risen from the dead, or have broken the bands of death that the grave should have no victory, and that death should have no sting, there could have been no resurrection.

    But there is a resurrection, therefore the grave hath no victory, and the sting of death is swallowed up in Christ.” – Mosiah 16:7-8

  • Regret – Okay – so my parents were divorced when I was ten. Then my dad remarried another woman. They had two more children. Sean is the first son of my dad’s second marriage. We all have always been close, and I consider Sean my brother, but he was raised a little differently than I was. He was not raised with any religion.

    Often, I would think to myself that I needed to share the gospel with my little brother and sister. I would have this thought – What will I say to them later – when we have finished our mortal probations – if they ask me why I didn’t share the gospel with them? That thought haunted me. I didn’t know how to share the gospel with them, yet I felt mortified that they would live their lives, and I’d live mine – without ever sharing the gospel.

    Well, this is exactly what happened. I’m not even sure if Sean knew that I was a Mormon or much about that. It never came up. I’d go to church, but I am so much older, and I always lived so far away, it wasn’t something that he ever really witnessed.

    So – there is a little regret, that I didn’t share the gospel with him. I regret that I wasn’t closer to him. I really wish that I had done things a little differently. Even if I didn’t have the chance to share the gospel, I wish I had been close enough for him to know that I had faith – I wish I had been close enough to him for him to see how faith had affected my life.

  • Hope – even though I feel regret – that I wasn’t closer to my brother, and that I didn’t share the gospel with Him, I’m surprised because I feel filled with hope.

    Years ago, I had the opportunity to do quite a bit of family history work. My dad is not a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, so, naturally, there was quite a bit of family history and temple work to do. About 9-10 years ago, I was prompted to start doing it. So I did.

    I have experienced many miracles in doing family history work. While I don’t know which family members of mine have accepted the gospel, I know that there are souls who not only accepted it, but have prayed that I would get around to performing these sacred ordinances for them. I know that they were ready long before I was.

    When Sean passed, as much as I felt regret and grief, almost instantly, when I knelt to pray, I was filled with relief and hope. I was comforted. I realized that because ordinances had been performed for my ancestors, Sean’s ancestors, he was not alone in the Spirit world, but had been welcomed by his own family. I know that he is now learning about the gospel, and maybe he’s being taught by someone who he is related to! (See Doctrine and Covenants 138:29-32)

    I realized that he was learning, and that even though I never had the chance to share the gospel with my brother, I didn’t leave him hanging. I’m grateful that the Lord gave me the opportunity to do family history and temple work for my family. I know that they are teaching him what I never had the chance to say. I know that these ancestors pray for each of us – their descendants; their hearts are turned to their children.

These things: Gratitude, Regret, and Hope have all helped me to be a little bit more resolved – to be a better Mother, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Granddaughter, etc. Our families are so important. Why is it so easy to forget this?! I am committed to changing – and being better. I know that I can make sure Sean’s life and death wasn’t meaningless if I truly learn from this experience. So, while I’m not really making a ton of improvement, I’m trying – little texts, messages on fb, care packages, and above all – prayers. I’m trying to be more forgiving and less judgmental.

What are some things that you do to be a better “family member”?

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