I am now a Mother that no one wants to be. I love my children more than life itself and my world got turned upside down when my 1st born son Billy, also known as Liam, was murdered by a stranger in a random act of violence. I have 3 remaining living, breathing, amazing children, 2 sons and 1 daughter, 3 living,breathing,amazing step-sons and each and every one is special,creative,and unique! I also have 3 beautiful grandchildren! 2 Grandsons ages 7and 8 and a precious 3 year old Granddaughter! My Grandson Logan, is Billy’s only child, he is now 8 years old. As my daughter says, he is the warm piece of Billy that we get to touch. I enjoy cherishing and taking care of my husband and my family, leading a healthy lifestyle in spirit, soul and body, clean eating, CrossFit, sunshine,rest, listening to music and singing along! I will never be who I was before this happened. I am dedicated to learn what I can, embrace the pain, and share my raw, wounded, healing heart that is daily changing due to this great tragedy. My hope is touch lives in many ways,no matter how big or small, in honor and in memory of my son, Billy.He will live on through my words, the words of his Mother and the hearts of his family💗
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Last July I found out that the month of July is bereaved parent awareness month.
Dictionary Definition: Bereaved
/bəˈrēvd/
adjective
adjective: bereaved
Deprived of a close relation or friend through their death.
There are many parents around you that are bereaved.
Not only from homicide but suicide, addiction, accidents, illness, miscarriage, stillborn and any other form of unnatural death.
Any time a child dies before their parent it is unnatural.
There is a circle of life and the death of a child is not part of that circle.
A parent should never have to bury their child. Ever.
The idea for this blog was conceived last July. I posted something on my personal social media pages every day for 31 days.
I had people tell me to keep going when the month was over. They had connected with my posts and it helped them to understand a little where I’m coming from.
Unless you have experienced child loss first hand, you will not know or be able to imagine what it’s like.
I wish this on no one.
I know that I am supposed to share our story.
It is part of a bigger picture that I can’t see yet.
Day 1 of bereaved parent awareness month.
My son was formed in my womb and created with a purpose.
Sadly, his life was ended by someone else’s terrible choice.
It’s become my purpose to carry on his legacy, to tell our story and be a light in this world.
I was almost 19 years old in the picture on the left, Billy was just a few weeks old. Billy is holding his newborn son Logan in this picture on the right. He was 20 years old. We are both looking down in love at our baby boys.
5 Non Blondes and a Senseless Murder 