His life has been full of so much tragedy and loss. He's 24 now, but when he moved into our home he was 14. He and his brothers and sisters were taken away from their mom by the county and we and other aunts and uncles assumed the responsibility of raising them. When he lived with us he did well, but once he turned 18 he moved out and never finished high school. He's got learning disabilities and social problems do to his childhood, but Shyla saw past all that. She was able to see the caring, loving, great guy he is. We always said how great she was for him.
Today, Shyla and Madisyn were buried with family members in a small cemetery in Central Minnesota. I worry how Josh will ever heal from this devastating loss, but I know the pain will ebb eventually, and I am determined to do everything I can to help and I know my husband will to.