I had always been the honest, dependable, you can count on me type of person. I want to help people and I love a good challenge. If there’s a way I I’ll find it. I’m still like that, just a little broken; like an old washing machine that still cleans your clothes just fine as long as you kick it between cycles. I kind of feel like that, I run in cycles. Some cycles are good, some are bad, and some are just awful. But I still work. I’m still reliable, I’ll get the job done, but it may take a little longer. All my life I’ve been blessed. I’ve never felt broken, so I used that strength to bless others. To help those who were broken, or needed a minor repair. That was until I was broken.

I never expected to to be here; no one does. I’m blessed because I have my amazing husband, our two other children, I’m blessed to have been welcomed back to two different jobs when others are struggling to find one. I’m blessed to be able to continue to help others, but I’m still broken. My heart is broken, my faith is tested, and my journey is different. I’m still me, just a little broken.

                   Remembering Zane
    June 28, 2012 – November 29, 2015