I won’t stop saying your name. You are still near. I won’t stop saying your name. You are unchanged. I won’t stop saying your name. When others tell me I should. I won’t stop saying your name. When only time has grown. I won’t stop saying your name. I still love you. Love is endless. … More I won’t stop saying your name
I couldn’t stop reading the stories of Joey and Rory. My heart aches for them, yet they leave me so inspired. … More Joey + Rory + unexpected corners
You are gone. I am here. You are fleeting disappearing distant. You are constant a memory never changing. You are a story to be told. You are good. You are strong. The bad has been forgotten. You are a symbol of loyalty of humility of friendship. You are present in my dreams in my quietest … More You are gone. I am here.
The Drake Relays bring thousands of people out to watch a track meet. America’s Athletic Classic, they call it. The aroma of turkey legs and popcorn. The white tents lining the entrance to the big blue track. The bang of the starting gun and the roar of applause. It all smells, looks and sounds just like I … More Welcome to the Hall of Fame
While I’ve been on a maternity break from anything PreachTeach (well… anything for that matter), I have been putting serious (although sleep-deprived) thought into my future as The Preach Teach. When I started this blog (Read my first post here), it was more for the purpose of keeping my feet wet in the teaching world. … More What is my next step?
I think of you when I look at my kids. I yearn to hear you laugh at the crazy things they do. I wish you’d stop by the house and take us out for lunch. I still feel I should leave an empty chair for you at their activities or birthdays. You were always a couple minutes late but prepared with your video camera. I wish you weren’t a memory to them. I wish you weren’t a story. … More Two years since goodbye
January 11. t’s a date I’ll never forget. A date that put a before and after in my life. Two years ago, on this date, my dad fell. For a week, I floated on a cloud of surrealness, fear and hope. … More I still miss him
“So we won’t ever forget Papa’s voice.” I love Christmas time and being able to spend extra time with my family. I love this season so much more now that I get to share it with my own children. It is such a special time. Being with family, also opens a void to family that … More T’was the night before Christmas; Remembering his voice
The words. The music. Instantly, they take me back to that moment. That moment sitting in the front pew surrounded by flowers and faces, hundreds of faces to which i failed to make eye contact. I sat there, seven months pregnant, in a black dress and purple shoes, gripping the hand of my husband. My … More Where are you running?
“What year is it?” was always the question I would get when I asked you how old you were. The year is 2014. Today you would be celebrating your 63rd birthday. I’m sure you’re getting a kick out of all of us living under one roof again. While they have yet to admit it, Mom … More Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad