I don't think I really remember too much the first 3 weeks after Brady passed. I was obviously in shock. I only knew, that I had to keep my family going, that was it. My focus. But by doing that, I was just running, running from the truth. I was shattered, but by trying to do the right thing, would keep me focused. Yeah, right what a crock.
Things got progressively worse. The funeral home called and asked that we bring a diaper down to the funeral home, I couldn't go, my wife did.
The service was full, had to be 700 people in the church that day. We had to pick out a gravesite, a casket that was 3 feet long and get the mass in order. Somehow we did that. I still to this day say, that was the measure of the family we built! Not a lot of people could go through what we had just been through and pulled this off.
The folowing weeks blended together, I had never been this crushed in my life. Even if you have been following this blog since the beginning, about where I came from, and all the crap. this was far beyond that. I was in uncharted territory without a compass. I was lost at sea. But I had a company to run also. It was the most challenging time of my life.