As the blog began in 2010 there were many things I hoped to accomplish by doing this project; I never dreamed this place would help springboard a family to recovery after the most horrible day of their lives. However, looking back I am glad the blog was here for them and will remain here, for them and anyone else who need answers.
I am speaking of the Trenum family, specifically the tragic death of their son Austin, and how they chose to cope and “push on” after that dark day in September 2010. In one of the most powerful pieces I have read, Patrick Hruby worked with Michelle and Gil to recount the last few days of Austins life; as well as what has happened since. Due to my intimate history and wonderful bond with the Trenum’s I felt speechless after reading Hruby’s work in the Washingtonian;
It was Sunday, September 26, 2010. Michelle Trenum woke up around 8 am. Gil was out of town, returning that afternoon from a weekend drill with his Navy Reserve unit in New Jersey. Walker, ten, their youngest, was on the living-room couch, hiding under a blanket. He jumped up when Michelle walked in. Boo!
“Austin’s awake,” Walker said. “He’s in the basement playing a video game.”
That’s odd, Michelle thought. Austin never got up early on Sundays. Not voluntarily.
Not only will you be able to feel for the Trenum’s you will also be able to understand how strong and wonderful they are, if nothing else to have this tragic circumstance turn into a positive. Michelle, Gil, Cody and Walker are so infectious with their love and passion it’s really easy to see why Hruby told me this;
Thanks, man. I put my heart and soul into this one. The Trenums deserve nothing less. It’s such a goddamn shame. Never worked on a story that affected me more. I’m personally invested in this issue, now.
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