One week ago, on September 10, 2025, Charlie Kirk was assassinated. Many years ago, I had the privilege of meeting him. At the time, I couldn’t imagine the positive impact he would have on my country.

In recent years, I listened to Charlie’s podcast almost daily. He was unfailingly kind, compassionate, and generous to everyone. He inspired me to learn more, work harder, and give grace to others. He was a beautiful example of how to be a good person.

Even though Charlie is a virtual stranger to me, his absence in our world hurts. I am grappling with grief. It comes in waves when I feel burdened by a yolk so heavy that it feels like I can’t breathe. Suffocating. Paralyzing me with indecision and doubt.

I have been terrified for my family’s safety. We believe a lot of the same things that legacy media and Leftists demonizes as Nazis and fascists. Are we next?

I am angry. So, so angry. Seething as friends and family share lies about this man, practically dancing on his grave. I have stayed silent, disbelieving the evil before my eyes. I know these people. I have nothing but love for them. They know me. Do they harbor such vile hatred of me, too? Would they celebrate my murder? Eulogize me by saying I deserved it?

Mostly, this horrific event had me asking,” Why?” Why did this happen? Why make a widow out of Erika? Why rip a child’s father away? Why allow this heinous act of violence? Why? Why? WHY?

Erika’s public address last Friday dried my tears of anguish, replacing them with new purpose. I felt her words in my spirit, the very marrow of my bones:

“Baby, Daddy loves you so much. Don’t you worry, he’s on a work trip with Jesus so he can afford your blueberry budget.”
– Erika Kirk

We have a spiritual rot problem and – these are words I thought I would never utter – we need to have faith in a higher power. We…I need to find a relationship with God again. I have to believe that there is a divine design to life, something to make this make sense.

In the moments and days since, I have done a lot of introspection. I have sat in silence and prayed for help carrying the burden placed upon me. My heart is still heavy. Grief cannot be erased , but I feel clarity and motivation to embody the values that Charlie advocated: love your spouse, love your children, and Christ is King.

Charlie Kirk’s death will serve a purpose. We will echo Erika’s battle cry. Millions of people will continue his mission. I will continue his mission. 9/10/25 was my turning point. I will no longer be silent.

Rest in Heaven, Charlie. You were a good and faithful servant.