Thursday, December 9, 2010

There. I said it.

I do not know where to begin. This morning I woke up to my sweet 5 year old throwing up at 5:30. "Today is the big day, he can't be sick", I thought to myself as I went to check on him. We got him all fixed up with some cartoons, water, and phenergan, and I began to make a plan. My fabulous mother-in-law just happened to be in town and saved the day! (She is pretty darn good at that.) :) I proceeded to get ready. Knots in my stomach. How will I react? What will I say? Can I even do this? My mind was racing. But I did it. I read the following statement to, Shad Stephens, the driver of the vehicle that killed my dad.

"A mistake, by definition, is to blunder in the choice of. All people make mistakes. Some mistakes are small and may even go unnoticed. Other mistakes are noticed by many. In this case, you made a mistake, a poor decision, a short sighted choice. Unfortunately your mistake effected many, many people. Not only is my family hurting, but so is yours. You have changed our lives forever. I can only pray your life is changed forever too. I hope you change your path, turn your life around and become the very best version of Shad there is.

Looking back at the last 362 days it all seems like a dream. A very bad dream. It has all passed so slowly, yet it seems to have flown by. All the days have one thing in common, they are missing my dad. He was a good man. He had a good heart and more love than you could even begin to imagine for his grandsons. I would give ANYTHING to have a dad hug, to hear his voice, to see his smile, or giggle at whatever silly accent he was talking to us in. He once told me the silliest thing and it made me laugh for at least 30 minutes. Still to this day it brings a smile to my face. My sons will not remember that man. They will never know silly ol' Papa. There are some things mothers do not want to and should not have to do. Sitting in the floor holding your crying 4 year old and trying to explain he can't go see his Papa is one of those things. But I had to do it. I answer questions about heaven, Jesus and why we can't just go for a visit. I don't feel like he should have to as these questions.

After a roller coaster of emotions, tears, anger, countless prayers and a few hundred miles on my treadmill, I have peace. I will always live with a sad place in my heart missing my dad, but I will be okay. My dad has missed huge milestones in my life over the last year. Luckily I had him for my wedding, both of my boys births, and 28 years. My siblings are not able to say that.

I hope you are remorseful, prayerful and ready to change. I pray for you and your family. I began praying for you on Saturday, December 12, 2009, and I will continue until I die. I hope you find hope, healing, and Jesus. I also hope you think of us everyday!

"For if you forgive men their trespasses your heavenly father will also forgive you: but if you forgive not men their trespasses neither will your father forgive your trespasses." Matthew 6:14-15

I forgive you. Not only because it is what I should do as a christian, but because I am sure you never set out to kill anyone.
Thanks"

I made it through the whole thing, only crying a time or two. Saying my words aloud to his face and seeing his reaction was amazing. I only wish I knew what he had to say back.