It’s been two weeks since Zack’s passing. We have had all the emotions that we have been told we would have, and maybe a couple more. We have remembered, cried, screamed, and laughed. Waking up every day is an agony knowing that he is no longer with us, we will no longer hear his voice, no longer get the text messages that ask about our day. We also think of how much joy and brightness he brought to us and to those that knew him.

We have survived by the unimaginable grace of God, and the love and prayers of our family and friends. Each day we ask for peace and some glimpse of understanding why. We have asked to see the good that will come out of his life, the impact that his presence had on others. And we have heard stories of how he was always encouraging others, telling them their dreams are worth fighting for, and not to give up. We have heard from those he pushed to get sober and that have succeeded. Those notes and calls have helped us to see a side of Zack of which we weren’t aware, and it makes our hearts glad. The broad spread of ages at his memorial spoke of his ability to connect.

Reneé, Candace, Jude and I want to tell you how much we have appreciated the calls, notes, cards, hugs and tears. The plants and flowers have made our home beautiful, and the food has made our stomachs full (maybe even too full!) Some of you have come and just sat and held our hands or put their arms around us. Most of all, we want to tell you that the greatest thing you have done for us is to tell us that you loved our son. Thank you.