Ensconce

September 2018

                                                                       Jaycee's Journal

September 2018

Jax's suicide hit me harder than it should have. I knew he was planning on going out with a bang. I just didn't think he go out just like Uncle John. It's not something I'd have chosen that's for sure. I wonder if he planned it like that or if it was a spur-of-the-moment. 

Either way, a part of me died along with him that day. I still remember just being the little girl following her older cousin around. That girl grew into the young woman that could outshoot every man in a kutte. She grew into a woman that rose up and become the bridge our family needed. 

Or should I say, she, became the bridge that our family needed?