A little over two years ago I truly believed I was invincible. Both my parents still happily married, I lived in the same town with all five of my brothers and sisters, and we were strong. Strong with our faith but most importantly strong as a family. Nothing could shake us up, we were the Cina 6. But it happened, the storm rolled in and shook us so hard our lives came to a sudden halt. My older brother, Kurt (the good looking guy in the middle) tragically burned in a fire. He was closing the family landscape business down for the night and the building caught fire, causing an explosion. He was inside and never came out. Watching your loved ones cry and scream in anger, pain, and utter sadness does something to you. It changes everything you ever believed to be true. I realized I wasn't invincible before this happened, I was blessed. Being invincible comes from our inner strength, picking up the pieces from something so hard and moving forward with more strength than you ever knew you had. Digging your way out of depression, fear, and anxiety. Losing someone you love and cherish not only breaks your heart, it sucks all the life out of you. After two years I can say I made it. I laugh harder, I love deeper, and my glass is half full again. My five children remind me daily life is still crazy and if I can handle them I can handle just about anything.
