September 2012-March 2013 was the hardest time in my life. During that time I lost my brother, uncle, and grandma and was kicked out of my parent’s house. I met my boyfriend, Joseph, in January, right in the middle of this hectic and tragic time. Looking back on that time now, I don’t know what I would have done without him. Not even three months into our relationship he was accompanying me to visit my grandma in the hospital, meeting my entire family under the worst possible circumstances, attended two different funerals in the span of a month, helped me finally find the courage to leave my job where I was being taken advantage of, and opened up his home to me. I can never thank him enough for the support he gave me in that time. I think our relationship is so strong because we saw how fragile life is so early on. I was losing so much, so I clung tightly to him as support and consolation.
Today marks the first anniversary of my uncle’s death. It was so hard watching his body and mind just fall apart. After my brother died in a car accident, I thought it would be easier to deal with a death I knew was coming. It wasn’t. I’ll always cherish my last conversation with my uncle. It wasn’t even a conversation really, he was half asleep and on so many pain killers I couldn’t make out anything he was saying. He just mumbled until one word came out clear, family. I’ll never forget that.
This year is so much different. Joseph and I have celebrated our first anniversary and are eagerly awaiting the birth of our first child. He’s due on April 10th, which means he could be born as early as the end of this month. It’s a great feeling to look forward to new life instead of watching two lives end, especially the lives of people I loved so much. I’m so grateful for Joseph and the love and support he’s given me. Because of him I push my fears and worries farther and farther away with each passing day and am able to look forward to the life we’re starting together.