2 years ago today my world was crushed. When the two policemen showed up at our door at 2 am and told me that I should wake Cheryl as well, I knew things were not going to go well. It was like they were talking in slow motion as I was in a total state of shock. We often hear of accidents and incidents from cops but rarely do we hear the word "dead". I didn't know then, and perhaps still don't know now, how to process this. I know we always had our differences, but such is life. In my experience, typically people find a common ground and meet in the middle somewhere as we have to move forward. Such was not the case with you. I can't say I fully understood your choices, but I always hope that we would find that middle-ground at some point down the road. God knows I fought with my parents over the years, but we always found that middle-ground eventually and I assumed that you and I would as well.
I keep wondering if anything I did contributed to this tragedy but, in the end, and for my own sanity, I have to believe that this was an accident and not a deliberate act of desperation. I wish I could have been there to guide you, but I always found that any time I tried you pulled away.
It is all water under the bridge now as we will never find that middle-ground. My only hope now is to remember the great moments of our time together as the darker moments will hopefully fade in the background. I hope to do better with Dan & Vicki as time passes, but they, too, have their issues. I hope to be as supportive to them as I wish I was to you.
I will always love you.
Dad
Jenn Bostic - Jealous of the angels.
