We had been in Maine. We came home. It was so quiet. No white tornado puppy to great us. I had been thinking about our home going and what it would be like. How quickly my son would experience that journey. Each step of every day draws me closer to the anniversary of the day. We attended a Birthday for a sweet family friend. We sang Happy Birthday and she opened her presents. On the TV ran photos of my children when they were little. Pictures of Elijah. His blue eyes ... View Post
Seeing The Wonder
I walk onto the field. It's the first home game. The first time I have walked onto this field since Elijah played. My friend is with me. She who has walked with me and supported me. Surprisingly, a sense of peace washes over me. I was blessed. So blessed by my son. I loved watching his team play. I think back to the day Caleb brought those sticks to the house. I didn't even know what the sport was. The kids loved it. Lacrosse became their game. I smile remembering. I look ... View Post
How To Make More TIme In A Day
I look into those beautiful blue eyes. His sons inherited them. One still growing, the other, his eyes closed for all of eternity. I turn away. Tears threaten to spill over. I hate to see him like this. It breaks my heart. I have no control. The outcome unknown. The toxic cocktails supposedl, targeting the cancer that threatens to consume his life. Yet the journey there, leaving him tired, and weak. Stepping each moment in faith and hope. Grace met us once again as one of the nurses prays with us. We are strengthened and encouraged. These glimpses ... View Post
To Turn Back Time. . .Day # 5 of Thankfulness
We have turned the clocks back an hour. So easy. Just turn the knob, press a button. Boom. It's finished. We gain an hour. Just like that. Oh, how I long for one more hour. Yet, I think, if I knew; if I knew I had only one hour left with Elijah, would it have changed anything? My mom just left the earth in December. We knew she was dying. We begged the Lord to take her. We told her we loved her over and over. We told her it was o.k. to leave. And it was. It wasn't really, but it was. She had lived a good life-too short in my book. (Though the definition of too short ... View Post
