My farmer rises before dawn each day. Every day. 7 days a week. 365 days a year. In his 37 years of running this place he's had limited time off. A year or two of full time support has allowed him a vacation off the farm or a morning to sleep in. Recently family and friends have moved heaven and earth to help him get to Haiti to serve others. He rarely complains. (that's why I am here) Being a dad and a farmer is hard work. The balance between the race of children growing and the needs on the farm can be great. Yet my farmer has worked to attend field ... View Post
It’s Just a Lacrosse Net. Really.
It's just a Lacrosse net. Really. 12 years of a net. Here in the yard. Evenings of tossing, throwing, yelling, fighting. . . . A game introduced to us by the oldest farm girls High School flame. A man now -whom we love and adore. He brought Lacrosse to our family. He purchased tiny lacrosse sticks and tossed balls with those two farm boys. A love grew. Both boys played. So did the college girl. The High School flame brought over his net when he was finished with his High School lacrosse career. Such a great gift! That oldest farm boy bought a new net. He ... View Post
Strangers; Now Friends
Through this journey there have been blessings that words can not express. So many have reached out in different ways. We have become connected with strangers. A common thread; loss. A stranger reaching out in obedience, just to say they are praying. Grace. One of those strangers, now friends, came to visit. Visiting here because of a deep loss of her own, she took the time to see me. Her journey fraught with pain and loss of what she thought her life may be. Yet, always reaching out with encouragement to my hurting soul. She graced the farm with her presence. She came to see this ... View Post
Hot Coffee in my Cup and the Smell of Lilac’s
This tree. Planted before I was born. Blooming each year; but one. It seemed to know. It too, over come with grief. The loss of the oldest farm boy was too much. Each year since. It has gained strength. More blossoms. Richer, fuller. Beautiful. The day dawns warm. A welcome relief from the cold and dampness that has permeated the weather this Spring. The farm boy and his dog rock in the hammock. The early morning sounds; peaceful. With hot coffee in hand I linger on the porch. The Lilacs are just about to pop. Their heady scent; blissful. My mom and a sweet, sweet ... View Post
We Miss, Because We Had Something to Miss
It's been 5 Mother's Days since I've celebrated with my mom. 4 since my son left this earth so suddenly. Both leave an opening. An ache. My brothers and I have been going through photos. Photos that have made us laugh. Say, "what?" And some that have nearly brought me to my knees. Our family pictures are forever changed and events and gatherings always include missing. I'm grateful for the missing though. We had something worth missing. Something so great, that when it's not there, it's missed. I can't change the events of my sons passing. Oh, how I would love to. I ... View Post
Commencement
They're graduating. All those Seniors. The ones that grew up together. The ones that gathered at the grave of a 17 year old. Their friend. They're moving on. Commencement. Some to careers. Some to more schooling. But they're moving on. And our son is not. His life; gone. In a moment. This time, a reminder of that ceasing. I feel the pull of the despair. I sense the ache below the surface. Yet. The Facebook posts of gatherings and graduations also spark deep love. An excitement for these young people. We raise our children with the hope that they will become ... View Post
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