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Happy Birthday From Your Little Girl

He holds my hand.  The hand that is still strong.  Yet works no more.  I look at him.  This man that gave me life.  This man that has been my confidant, advocate, role model and father.  I gaze into his eyes.  He's still so handsome.  He smiles and kisses me.  He's happy.  Content.  He knows no pain or ache.  I say, "Let's walk for a bit." He shuffles.  Reminders for him to pick up his feet.  I bristle.  This once fiercely independent, stubborn man. . . shuffles.  I choke back the sobs that ... View Post

An Empty Bed

He didn't come home that night.  His bed was empty.  Last night she didn't come home.  Her bed was empty.  It's been 25 months since I have seen that  red headed boy of mine.  2 years and 1 month.  And how my heart still aches.  Somehow times marches on.  In some ways I am stuck.  And will always be.  On July, 28, 2013.  A piece of my heart that remains, there.  She, on the other hand.  Has flown the nest.  Spreading her wings.  We moved her into her dorm room.  So much ahead of ... View Post

She Wore Her Brother’s Cap and Gown

She wore her brothers cap and gown.  The same cap he threw into the air, 2 years ago.  The same cap I asked him to go back in to get.  It was unique.  He would be able to find it.  I just wanted that cap. The cap and gown I would display at his wake just 40 days later.  She wrapped herself in his gown.   And wore his cap.  She walked to the tune of  graduation, hope and future wrapped in his gown.  The cap, forever announcing 2013.  The year everything changed.   With out so much as a deep breathe ... View Post

Are You Thirsty?

The day is warm.  Sunshine streaming through fluffy white clouds.  We head to the river.  My happy place.  We're headed to celebrate; New life.  Hope.  Promises and Covenants.  That sweet next to the youngest farm girl is entering the waters of baptism.  She's shaking off the old.  Stepping into the new.  The life that isn't promised to be easy.  The life where knee is bowed and hands lifted high.  A life built on truth, hope and certainty.  The truth that she has already had to wrestle to the ... View Post

Conquer The Clutter

We clean up that farm boys room; because it is a mess.  Really.  All the rooms are a mess.  Clothes, papers.  Clutter.  Everywhere.  My cluttered home has seeped into my soul.  The clutter of grief and loss.  Daily consuming.  I fold a shirt.  It belongs to  the son who has left this earth.  I can feel the ache.  It has threatened to spill over all day.  The loss.  Another in the community has lost too.  Another accident.  One so young with 3 children.  And I just can't bear the ... View Post