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The Direct Line
Read more: The Direct LineSweet boy, last night I went to check on Grandma as she was in the garage, re-organizing. She has always loved projects but since you left, they are her lifeline. For her, Grief is temporarily hidden by keeping busy. There isn’t enough busyness in the world, though, for Grief to remain quiet. Every morning I…
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Anointed in Grief
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Read more: Anointed in GriefOne of your favorite people stopped by today, sweet boy. She is one of mine as well. Walking into the house with a smile, determination, and a bag hanging off her shoulder she said, “I have some things. I want to pray over you. Is that ok?” We sat on the couch as she pulled…
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5 Weeks
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Read more: 5 WeeksFive weeks ago today, sweet boy, I left the hospital without you. When Steve and I arrived home Grandma was standing in the kitchen. She saw me slowly walk up the steps hugging your pillow. I didn’t need to say a word. She knew I would never leave you in the hospital alone. Your brothers…
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Fragility
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Read more: FragilityTwenty-four years seems too short yet a miracle. You were medically fragile but the strongest person I knew. Your death was shocking but anticipated. You are my son but you are not here. I have been looking for answers that may never come. My heart knows healing and alleviation will not be found in the…
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Box 17
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Read more: Box 17Seventeen has always been a significant number in the life of our family. We have had many births, deaths, and significant events involving the number. Your Grandpa went to Vietnam on a 17 and returned on a 17. My Grandpa died on a 17. Your dad was born on a 17 as was I and…
Patience to Endure 