I am a mama who lost her mama. Nine years of cancer. The final stages. Brutal. You say death with dignity? Yes. My mama endured pain; with grace. She clung to her Jesus. Knowing He knew her name. Knowing He would call her name when time. We; her children; grew strong. We cared for this mama of ours. We guided our dad as the memory thief silently crept in. We watched our mama as her systems shut down. We watched her stand in the Powerful name of Jesus, with arms lifted high at her grandchild's baptism. We ... View Post
The Rest of the Story Day #13 of Thankfulness
We had errands to run. Bread from the bread store and Ink for the printer. Our reward. Coffee. (they even spelled Christiana's name correctly!) A splurge. An indulgence. Creating a memory with the dancer girl. His card. Now. . . with a balance of zero. The gift, I think, from Project Graduation. Found in his wallet- after they returned his belongings to me. The wallet he had on him when he passed from this life to Glory. Now kept on my farmers bureau. The Starbucks card nestled in between his ... View Post
Lessons Learned From The Pig Pen
Some days I just want to play all day. I want someone to feed me and take care of my basic needs. A little like the piggy, wiggies. When the sun shines, I will soak up the warmth with not a care in the world. When I am scared, I can crawl into a pig pile. I can feel the safety and security of those closest to me. Alas, I am not a pig. Though I dare say I live like one sometimes. My room is such a mess. But, I am not a pig. I do have responsibilities and burdens to carry; no matter how ... View Post
Here’s To Mom’s
Here's to moms who've lost a child. Whose hearts have teetered on the edge. Whose world stopped for just a moment in time. When the eternal met the sweet, earthly soul. The mom's that have shed a thousand tears. While piercing pain rips through their soul. Mom's who get up every morning. Put one foot in front of the other. Who press through the day and create a home A home fractured and never the same. The mom's that stand by their child's bed. With wracking sobs. Never to caress the forehead again. The abdomen that swelled with ... View Post
Remembering The Promise
The wind blows. It stirs me awake. I want to snuggle down and stay in bed. Some days I don't want to get up. This is one. I sigh under the weight of remembering. I fling my thoughts heavenward. I get coffee. This life is hard. The darkness hovers now; earlier. My favorite time of year. I want to see beauty yet marred by deep sadness. Plans are hard to make. So much clutters my mind. Time marching forward. Moving further and further from the accident. Further from my son. Yet ... View Post
