Someone told us to go to bed. I thought I would remember every detail. They directed us, my husband, Tim, and I up from our chairs. I remember the look of pity written all over their faces as they gently nudged us towards our bedroom. The dark in the room enveloped us. Giving into exhaustion,…

Toby shot himself with his own deer rifle. He’s gone. He didn’t get to come back and see what happened next. He didn’t get to see the devastation his death caused. He didn’t get to see how crushed and shattered our lives were because he did this to himself. This is the hard truth we…