Looking back, I struggle to remember that one calm moment said to precede an ensuing storm. I can’t recall the exact date it hit and would be lying if I said there were no warning signs along the way. It’s crazy to think that one day you are sitting poolside with your kids, laughing beneath the warmth of the summer sun; and the next day your child is swept away by a gust of wind so strong that it leaves you not only stunned but virtually helpless and ultimately confused.
The torrential rains moved in quickly and my child was instantly caught up in the flood of drug abuse, addition, crime and a life of deceit. The direction this storm took literally destroyed everything in its path. Trust was broken into tiny fragments and strewn for miles. Relationships were severed by the onslaught of hurtful debris and hearts were crushed beyond recognition. Our surroundings were no longer familiar.
Over time, the eye of the storm steadily weakened but the damage had already been done. In a daze, we slowly pulled ourselves out from beneath the rubble and began the painful process of rebuilding.