Three weeks ago today my little brother, Martin Samuel Farrell, was killed in a car accident.
Yesterday was the first day I didn't cry.
This time three weeks ago Martin was alive.
Martin was sixteen years old.
Martin now sits with his Heavenly Father.
Martin is now like Him.
For those of you living in or around South Alabama, you probably heard about the accident on the news. There was a lot of coverage for days after the accident. Martin touched many people's lives and will continue to do so from heaven above.
If you want to know more about my brother feel free to visit the facebook page created for him, R.I.P Martin Farrell. Of course I will continue to talk about him and how blessed we were to have him in our lives for sixteen years.
The journey ahead is going to be hard. Missing Martin. Wanting to see his face again and hug his neck. Our faith will get us through. Our faith is our light in this time of darkness.