Brandy Day286: A New Kind Of Forever

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Today it arrived, 8 years 5 months & 5 days. I guess I always assumed that the headstone would make it hurt more. Finalize things. The truth of it though, it brought some much needed, long overdue peace.
I’m not sure how to explain it in words. I never questioned when his parents would have it or what would be on it. The realization of it all came on my birthday. Then I was shown the rough draft and cried. Cried because of the meaning. The existence behind something that had been missing.
Momma Lynch text me today saying it had arrived, and with the text she sent pictures. I cried. I couldn’t breathe. Not from sadness but from the overwhelming feeling of comfort. Obviously I finished what I was in the middle of doing and headed to the cemetery. It was more beautiful in person. Artistically amazing, just as he was. The two circles on the bottom corners are medals that his family was given after donating to save others. ❤ The back, among other items, holds two beautiful pieces left longer than any life or memory. The top left corner holds my exact turtle tattoo. His mom says when he left he took a part of me. The bottom right corner says 'Love, Jordan', my most favorite thing ever. It's traced so it's his handwriting. Signed almost to insinuate this is the end.
His parents and brother did an amazing job putting something together that no family should have to do for a child or younger sibling.
I love you guys to the moon & back and I'm more than certain he wouldn't change a thing on it if given the opportunity.
40,000 Americans die yearly by suicide, making it the 10th leading cause of death. Every 13.3 seconds someone takes their own life, leaving those who love them to live in a whirlwind of confusion, depression and a life without closure.

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Brandy Day274: Burned Memories

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Down a road I’ve traveled but a few times, I found the remaining structure of what was once a home.  Burned down to only its frame. Charred on the sides burning all but the boards & memories. What happened here? Who was affected? Was anyone lost or hurt? What now, for those that have lost? Fire is devastating, possibly runing forever anything that stands in its way. 
This photo was taken inside the home, shooting through what was once a window, a barrel was the only color left behind,  besides the changing leaves from the fall air.

Brandy Day148: How Do Things Like This Happen?!?!

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Today was supposed to be different. I had something else in mind. That’s not the way it went.
We all know that things happen for a reason. We may never know the reason or we will eventually realize it when its time.
This is the shot I got. I found beauty in negativity and loss. Choosing how you look at a situation can change the outcome

Brandy Day128: Turtle Kisses <3

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Chris Lynch. An amazing mother. A strong woman. Beautiful. Courageous. Hopeful. Supportive. Giving. Loving. Role model. We will always have a bond, that not even death can take away.
Chris lost her son Jordan 8years ago to suicide. Standing by her side, watching her cry, the pain she endures, the moments she wants to break down, yet all the love and compassion she still has to offer. Jordan’s friends call her Momma Lynch. They bring their children over to meet someone who was always a positive influence as they grew up. Jordan’s father still, to this day, coaches the local track team where Jordan attended school.
Amazing people with more to offer, cheated of so many experiences, yet finding ways to still give back and be a part.
I love them as they are my own set of parents. Thank you. For everything you’ve done for not just me, but all whose lives you’ve touched. For raising two boys. For enduring so much pain, yet still loving and laughing. For allowing me to be a part of your life. Be a part of who you are. I love you Chris & Keith Lynch ❤

Brandy Day45: Love Lost

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We all view love differently. Our opinions on what love means, what we love, weather we want to love at all and if love truly exists at first sight. We all remember our first love. First true love. That one person that made it hard to fall asleep at night. The one who made you so nervous you couldn’t even be yourself. The one that you constantly checked to see if they called or text. The one who brought a smile to your face even when they weren’t around. You’d do anything to keep them happy, sometimes that also being your biggest fear. Without love we as the human race would lack everything. We wouldn’t know hate, fear, doubt, loss, distance, hope and happiness.
When you love, love with all you have. Push all your chips in and take the gamble. Know you will get hurt, but with that hurt you will gain something within the loss.