One year ago today was the day I found out that my world had lost yet another soul. I felt like I lost an aunt, a friend. I will always remember those dune trips that she'd help me with my homework, and I will never forget all the stories I got to hear from her. And the way she told them! In that blunt way of hers, it was my favorite, and I miss it terribly.
It was bad enough losing Kristin at all but to suicide? Something I'm all too familiar with... It breaks my heart. It breaks my heart that it happened, and I think my heart hurts most for her daughter, Alex. I'm not too close with her, but I wish I was. I wish that, because I would love to be able to tell her what a wonderful job her mother did on her. She's such a smart, beautiful and unbelievably talented young woman. Anyone would be proud to call her their daughter. If I were Alex, I would be a shipwreck, one big hot mess. But she's pushing through, day by day. And I really feel the need to sit here and give her the proper credit that she deserves. I don't feel like she's told it enough, not from the one person she should be hearing this from, anyways. That person would be her father. Alex used to be his whole world. What about now you ask? Well, he has this whole new life. A new love interest who has kids of her own, and Alex might as well be tossed out into the dark. After losing her mother wouldn't you think, wouldn't you expect that a father step in and be there for his daughter? In every capacity he possibly could be? I thought that too.
So today, I think of you, Alex. And I hope that you keep fighting in spite of what you're still up against. I know if I were you, I couldn't handle this, any of it. I'm so sorry.
I love you.
RIP Kristin Jones
