A Dreaded Anniversary

Having been thrown into the fire of transgender ideology a few years ago, I never expected to be so devastatingly impacted. My sweet nephew was pushed into the trans rabbit hole by a groomer. He rejected his parents, his morals, his upbringing, and his true self. He disappeared. The loss was horrifying, the worry all consuming, the unknown agonizing. I prayed every morning for him as he was the first thing I thought of. I prayed during the day as I read the daily PITT stories. I prayed at night before I went to sleep and often begged God to bring him home, to keep him safe, to protect him. I was in constant contact with my sister as we tried to figure out where he was, who he was with, what had happened. There were many sleepless and restless nights full of worry.

Over a year later, he returned to his family, seemingly unscathed by the trans-cult. He had new dreams and talked about his future goals. Why then, did he slip away from us again, after just a few short months? Not knowing still haunts all of us. At least I know where he is now, in heaven and at peace, but for those of us who have been left behind, it has left a gaping hole. I have many pictures of my nephew, almost 20 years of memories and a text message he wrote and sent to me shortly after his return that read: “I love you.” I simply have more questions than answers and it hurts. I have framed pictures of him at various ages in my home. I still carry his sixth-grade school picture in my wallet. I pray daily for his parents to have peace.

This last year of “firsts” has been very difficult: his birthday, Mother’s Day, his father’s birthday, Father’s Day, his parents wedding anniversary, his mother’s birthday, Independence Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years. Now, the first anniversary of his death is approaching. I have dreaded this day and wanted it never to come, but I cannot stop time. Today I finally have hope because of the two new Executive Orders issued by President Trump. These EOs will begin to protect children from further harm caused by the evil transgender ideology and social contagion that has swept across our nation.

I wish my nephew was alive to witness this miracle but it came too late. He was pushed into the rabbit hole and even though he found his way out…he was still trapped. Nothing had changed as the world around him still supported the lies and false promises of trans ideology. This ideology was his perturbation- and it was something he felt was inescapable, intolerable and interminable. However false that narrative was, the psychological impact was so severe that he made a choice to end his pain on his own terms. This does not have to happen to other children who have experienced what he has- by bringing awareness and truth to the lies of gender ideology, we can help others before it is too late for them as well.

I hope that anyone reading this story will not give up, will stay strong and stand firm. I hope you never have to experience what my family has gone through. Now that America is on top of the lies and exposing the harm that has been done for years - every child, teen and adult has a better chance to escape the rabbit hole and to find a safer, a more understanding, a more positive, and a more supportive world to return to. Change is here, a good and healthy change. To my nephew on your one-year death anniversary, “I love you, too”.