Gone, But Never Forgotten.

This week has been a sad week for us. While I have thoroughly enjoyed being home in Kentucky with my family this week, I have missed being with my husband, especially this week. Monday May the 16th marked 14 years since Dallas's mom had passed away from cancer. Even though I never got to meet Deanne, my heart still breaks for Dallas and his dad, who have spent the last 14 years with out her. I have heard many stories about her and just from that I know she was an exceptional woman. Dallas was 10 and Denton was 7 when she passed. Dwight, Dallas's dad, did an amazing job devoting all his time and energy to those two boys trying to keep their life as normal as possible. Then Wednesday, May 18th, marked two years since Denton, Dallas's younger brother, passed away. And boy do we miss him. Some days I still don't believe it, maybe because I don't want to. Sometimes I catch myself just tricking myself into thinking he's just away at college and he'll come back. But I know in the bottom of my heart I won't see him again until the good Lord calls me home. The day before Denton was killed in that car wreck he had made 3 CD's for me to take home for the summer and I gave him a hug and told him I'd miss him. When I said it I didn't realize the meaning of how much I'd miss him. I meant it just for the summer, but now I realize I meant it a lot more than I knew. I remember what he had on and his goofy smile. That night I texted him to make sure he had made it back to Alva safe. I get that from my mom, being motherly to both Dallas and Denton, we always checked in with each other. He told me he was there and in bed, told me sweet dreams and good night. The next morning I got a phone call at 7am from a friend telling me there had been a wreck and she was positive it was Denton. He had fallen asleep at the wheel at around 4am. He stopped to see some friends on his back back to school and left a lot later then he had planned. I look back and wonder why he told me he was already home, I'm sure it was just because he didn't want me to worry. Either way I know there was a reason for it. God doesn't make mistakes. Denton missed his mom so much, sometimes him and I would set and talk about her, he'd tell me all about her and tell me how he missed her. I know he's with her now and couldn't be happier. Dallas and I have his saddle setting on a saddle stand in our living room on display. Sometimes I set in the living room and think how unfair it is and how I feel like we've been robbed. But I know he wouldn't want us to feel that way. I know that one day when Dallas and I have children we'll set them up on that saddle and tell them all about their uncle Denton and their grandma too....


"..and he flew up to heaven on the wings of angels, where the clouds and stars and passed are, where no one sees, and he walks with Jesus and his loved ones waiting, and i know hes up there sayin, dont worry bout me..."

Me & Denton
Right before the Stoney Larue Concert

Brothers