If it takes a village to raise a child… then it takes a village to lose one, too.
Our village is made up of many little villages near and far – from school, dance, Girl Scouts and church – to grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins – to friends who span miles, continents and years.
Our villagers are confused, hurt, angry, sad and frightened. How can this be? How can someone so young, so vibrant, so healthy be gone without warning? There are no answers, but as we struggle together to understand something we never will, we are beginning to understand that life is unpredictable, life is brief and, most importantly, life is precious.
So while I know I said this is not about you… maybe it is. Maybe it’s about everyone in our village, from the very young to the very old, shattered by the loss of a child. Our child.
As a village, let’s love one another, appreciate one another, and hold on tight to what matters. People matter. Life matters. Love matters.
And remembering matters. Because Brooke will always be a member of our village. She is part of our lives – forever.