The farm boy; my only boy. I used to say boys. A moment; forever changed. My brothers, always called "the boys." Mom's words echo; "have you talked to the boys?" Grown men with families. The boys. Naturally I began to call my sons; the boys. I loved calling them that. I loved having 2 boys. They fought. Tousling. Angry. Dominance. Fists clenched. War. Strength. Awful. Until. Maturity. Alliance. Friendship. Early on it was as cohorts against ... 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
When You Need to Search For Joy On Father’s Day
How can you miss someone when they are physically still here? How can your heart ache so deeply and long for what once was? The memory thief pulls and tugs until there is but a shell. A shell of the person that once was. The strength; staunch independence now shadowed. How cruel it seems to watch. How twisted the path. We are powerless to stop the movement. Helpless to change. Yet we are not without hope. Hope that one day all this torment will be gone. The day when sweet reunions are fulfilled. When pain ... View Post
When Your Prayers Aren’t Answered. . . The Way You Wanted
I wake to overcast skies. The dreariness overwhelming. I blink back the tears that threaten to spill over. The pull to stay in bed; real. I dig for the Praises. I begin to name them one by one. There really are so many. I seek to push through. It's the only way. I read my journey of this day last year. June 2, 2014. My heart gains courage. I step into the kitchen. It is so cold. I grab a steaming (literally) cup of coffee and settle on to the couch wrapped in flannel pajama's and a shining hope. I begin to peck out my ... View Post
