My heart is wounded. I am tired. This path is wrought with grief and pain. The only way out is through. One needs to wrestle through the memories. Through the future that will never be; snatched away. I've been robbed. Robbed of graduation from Marine Corps Boot Camp, robbed of the future of our son. And it hurts. I can't change it. No matter the longing, it will never be. Yet my wounded heart is held in the palm of the hand of the One who created us. And as I wrestle each day with the reality of never ... View Post
It’s Been Two Months Since You Called Me Mom
It's been 2 months since you've called me mom. 2 months since I've heard you say good night. 2 months of living without you. How can this be? I have cried a thousand and more tears. The ache permeates. I stand in the doorway of your room If I close my eyes I can still hear you, I can feel you bustling around. I want this to be different. I don't like this plan. The pull of all the universe drives life forward. But I still have one foot stuck. . .on July 27th. . .The last day you were here and I don't ever want to take it out. I will look up to the heavens for ... View Post
