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.
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
“Love u man. We will get through this. I will be calling and have some laughs along with the rough times.” No one writes a manual on how to live without your father. The person who, regardless of how rough the time was, would know just what to say. Someone described living in the absence … More “Get back in the fight and keep moving forward.”
I’ve found it difficult to write lately. My writers block is a defense mechanism. Shielding me from the feelings that stream through my fingertips as I write. The new year. The snow. The cold. They all paint a picture of a moment that is etched into my life, yet one I would so desperately like … More Follow Me
When it rains, it pours. That’s the adage, isn’t it? Something everyone says when you have a bad day. Some days are more than just “bad.” Some days are hard. Some days you get news that rocks your world. That hits you in the face, and even spits on you. Some days continue to some … More Blessed at the End of My Rope
Throughout Father’s Day, a scene from the movie Courageous kept playing through my head. It’s the part where one of the dads admits he thought he was doing good enough as a dad because he was doing better than his father, and he says, “I don’t want to just be good enough.” Have you ever … More Better than “Good Enough”
“My GRACE is sufficient for you, for my power is made PERFECT in weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:9 Weakness, more like helpless. That was the feeling I had when my dad was in coma. Feeling as though I could just will him out of it. If I prayed hard enough, was positive enough, said enough of … More From the Last to the First
Today, I’ve decided to be thankful. Thankful for the mess. Thankful for the tantrums. Thankful for the things on my to-do list. This morning I woke up to the smiles of two little boys in jammie shirts and superhero underwear. They requested Go-gurts and waffles for breakfast. They sat on the couch, under blankets because, … More Thankful
I wasn’t ready For you to be a memory A box filled with parts of you. I wasn’t ready For you to be a story Something only I can know. I wasn’t ready To feel the void of your presence For your voice to be a fleeting sound. I wasn’t ready To remember you. I … More I Wasn’t Ready
