09/06/2026
Since I last updated this page five months ago, so much has happened.
I finished my spring classes—Interpersonal Communication and Intercultural Communication—and loved both. After a short break, I walked in my June commencement. My brother Judah was among those who came to watch me. Two weeks later, my oldest son, Dayton, graduated from high school as I began accelerated Biology and Geography. That first week, we held his graduation party. I didn’t know it would be the last time we would see my baby brother, Judah.
On June 20, three weeks into summer classes, I completed my first sprint triathlon. I was the last swimmer out of the water but kept going, placing 8th out of 10 in my age division. Judah called during the final segment—a memory I treasure now.
We stayed close through calls and texts, and I sang “Happy Birthday” to him on his 32nd birthday.
Two days after finishing summer classes, on July 28, Dayton was rushed to the ER with a collapsed lung. It took three frightening attempts to place his chest tube, and we stayed overnight. On July 29, he was transferred by ambulance to another hospital. As I followed, Judah called to comfort me and check on Dayton. It would be our last conversation.
Dayton came home July 30—his 18th birthday. Early the next morning, Judah died—just five days after his 32nd birthday. I’m deeply grateful our final conversation was filled with his love and concern and that I feel nothing important was left unsaid.
We laid Judah to rest August 8. The next week, we flew to Utah and moved Dayton into his college dorm. Dayton began college, and Ezra started school about two weeks later. During all this, Ezra’s dad moved from Florida back to the Black Hills. It has been an adjustment, but I’m grateful that visits will no longer require us to fly to Florida.
I never imagined I would carry so much change and heartbreak at once.
Since Judah died, I’ve barely exercised. Today I worked out in my basement, and it felt amazing. It didn’t take away my grief, but I’m grateful for the release it gave my mind and body.
I’m not pressuring myself to “bounce back.” I’m finding my way back—one day, one breath, one workout at a time. ❤️🩹