The other day, a childhood friend texted asking if I had seen the article at Village Living (villiagelivingonline.com) about my brother Major's son, Holt? I said I had not. I read the article online and told my friend I was impressed. What a heroic journey.
Early tragedy molded Spartans’ Bashinsky into uncommon leader
by SAM CHANDLER
January 23, 2020
Forgive Holt Bashinsky if he doesn’t remember every detail about the tragedy that’s shaped his life. He was only 8 years old when his father, Major, shot himself in the head.
I grew up in Mountain Brook, an "over the mountain" Birmingham, Alabama suburb. Major's and my mother was named Nelle. I named my first daughter, Nelle. Her older brother died of sudden infant death syndrome at the start of my last semester at the University of Alabama School of Law. I was a wreck, lost my way, struggled for years, until I finally asked God to help me. A few days later, I was woken up by two angels in the wee hours and told my prayer had been answered. Things started changing.
About a year and a half later, I returned for the first time to my son's unmarked grave resting at the foot of my mother's grave and burst into tears. I came back another day and burst into tears again. I kept coming back until there were no tears. I had a stone marker placed over his grave: "Infant Son: He opened our hearts and set us on our journey."
If my son had not died, I might have lived out my days in Mountain Brook. Instead, I lived in a number of places in Birmingham proper and out of state. My life became totally different from anything I could possibly imagine when I attended law school. Last fall, I wrote a book painting some of that often stranger than fiction journey, A Southern Lawyer Who Became a Mystic is available in paperback at amazonbooks.com for $9.95, and soon in kindle.