How humbled I am, a broken man, a grieving father. Tears rolling down my cheeks one after another, my eyes didn’t stop burning for days. Hours would go by one after another, the emptiness and loneliness overwhelming.  
In the darkest of these times I was encouraged, encouraged by a family, a tribe of people pouring out there support. It was an awesome thing to behold, to be right in the midst of, to be surrounded by so many people coming together for us.  

Social media became a vehicle of that support, by the dozens words of encouragement flooded in. Names and faces that I saw a day ago, right next to one’s I haven’t seen for years. So it went the support continued to pour in. So impactful was every text, every Facebook comment, every message, every individual touch no matter the format meant so much.  

I can never repay all the grace and support afforded to me over the last several weeks. I can only say thank you, I can only try to express how much it all meant. Many of you will never know that yours were the messages that caused me to keep moving forward. All of our words have power, and it’s when that power finds it’s way into your heart in the manner that these words found their way into mine you can only stand in awe at the power of  friends, the power of family, the power of a tribe.