My story started about 6 years ago when I lost my 35-year-old brother (best friend) to a motorcycle accident. I received a phone call on Thanksgiving that brought me to my knees (literally).
I had spent my entire adult life in the corporate world. When I lost my brother nothing could prepare me for that loss. Even though he was married, my father and myself were the ones who made the funeral arrangements. Something I have never experienced. The funeral director who sat with us and walked us through this tragedy was a Godsend.
By far the worst day of my life, she made it easier with her compassion. I left that meeting with a feeling of gratefulness and with no worries. She had everything under control for us. We celebrated my brother’s life with her guidance. I walked away from the experience with thoughts that I had no purpose in life. I spent my time away from my family to make corporations more money. I needed a change; I needed to make a difference in the world, in others lives. I needed to give back what she gave me.
A week later I moved to Colorado and walked into Fairmount.
Today, my experience gives me the tools to help families thru their worst possible day. I know their pain, I relate. It’s an honor and privilege to take care of them.