I've been through my fair share of storms. I lost my dad when I was only five, and my mom fell off the wagon soon after. My Pop was my savior. He stepped in when no one else could. He was the one constant in my life... until he wasn't. Losing him was the hardest thing that I had ever endured, and coming back home to lay him to rest was the second. They say that God only gives you what you can handle. But when I returned to Silver Creek to grieve, I found a whole hell of a lot more than I bargained for. With every new discovery, I had more questions than answers. Leaving me to wonder if I'd ever find my silver lining.
