I think of books out there like A Child Called It or Go Ask Alice and how either the person who wrote it, how’d they do it knowing family secrets would be revealed or how did the person who allowed Alice’s journal to be published how they felt about revealing all this girl’s most private thoughts when she was alive.
They probably did it for the same reason as I’m telling Mari’s story that by sharing their most intimate details of what happened in that person’s life that somehow maybe they might help another person to either understand or to have them know someone else understands.
With Mari’s story, my sincerest hope is that people will be able to see that no matter how hard the tragedy is, and what you go through during it, that God will be there giving you the strength to not only get through but to make it afterword. I know I would not be where I am today if it weren’t for this. Keith and I are happy. We were able to work through the difficult times, and trust me there were some, and be okay in the end. We’re different people than we were before Mari died, but I think that’s to be expected. Don’t we all change some with anything that happens in our lives, both the good and the bad. It’s what makes us into who we are today.