I want to post this without crying, but I know that's not possible. So if you want to cry with me, keep reading. Otherwise, I would suggest skipping this post.
In March, Tash moved in permanently. She got her first job.
In April, she was baptized. She smiled in a way I had never seen before. True happiness.
In May, we had family pictures taken. She learned how to drive.
In June, we went to Girl's camp. She was a leader and gave her first "devotional." She learned how to cook dutch oven chicken.
In July, we went to Youth Conference. She danced with a 15 year old at the dance.. we laughed. The adoption was finalized.
In August, school started. She registered for drivers ed, seminary and got into the CNA program for next semester. She gave her first talk in Sacrament meeting.
In September, she was made first counselor in the Laurels class. She proudly told everyone her brother would be passing the sacrament for the first time. She went to the Utah State Fair for the first time.




In October, she ran away.

I will never understand. I've decided to stop trying. I just wanted to post this so that I can find a way to have closure. We are all hurting. The wound is still wide open.
We love you, Tash. Always will. No matter what you say or do - we love you and you can't change that.