We lost our baby brother on 20 May 2019. Oh, how my heart hurts for what could have been. We had recently been reunited with him and were looking so forward to him coming to join us on the mountain on May 28 when his son Isaac got out of school. (we had fallen out of his favor when we purchased the mountain property in 2008) It was going to be the start of what I had dreamed about! I loved Troy as the little brother that I never had. He was one of the two people that I always thought would be there for me. That wasn't in God's plans.
We had just gotten to the mountains on May 15, had settled in when a heavy snow began to fall. We had gone out to play in the snow when we got a call from his son Michael that Troy had been found deceased in his home, earlier that morning. Nightmares are created from this type of call. We were frantic to make arrangements to get off the mountain and head back home, and we were trying to support Michael long distance. The snow had begun to melt, but we only had a window of time to get out on the road. More snow was on the way. I think we were packed and ready to leave by 1 pm. Our journey out was a bit dicey, but we got off the mountain. What lay ahead of us was to be the heaviest snowfall that Colorado had seen that late in the year since 1898. Another nightmare. We altered our route and made it home safely, but there were days and weeks of mourning the loss of one of my soulmates. He guarded and protected me through many occasions, and I miss him just as much or more today as I did on the day we lost him.
