My family always has been my refuge.
I was blessed with good examples. As a child, I was blessed with food on my plate and parents who insisted we eat a home-cooked supper together, at the kitchen table, every night.
I was blessed with a roof over my head.
I was blessed with a grandpa and daddy who built that home with their blood, sweat and tears.
Five years ago this week, however, the tears falling were mine.