Debbie Wilkins Baisden

Last month I texted my sons with photos of the incredible man who made them. It wasn't until I typed out these words that I broke down sobbing. I'm not sure I'd had a daydream quite like this before.

Did he stare at the sky in peace? Was there a strobe light effect of memories? Was he able to pray? Did he know he was dying?

does time really heal all wounds—or does it simply teach us how to carry them? Join me as I walk in Debbie’s shoes through a "Broken Timeline" and discover the truth behind the pain and the possibility of healing.

After the tragic loss of her first husband, Aaron, in 2012, Debbie faced immense challenges while raising her young children. She opens up about how her faith and the support of her community helped her navigate those overwhelming days of grief and how she managed to keep moving forward despite the difficulties.

"What's the purpose for mourning his death all the time?" Ouch. A punch to the gut, I felt deflated, shocked, and bruised.

We brought flashlights to the funeral. Shielding children from death is what we all want, but that’s not how the real world works.