Popular Posts
-
Last night after I posted “Christmas,” I began thinking about how I couldn’t find joy, not even in knowing He lives, and therefore, my mom l...
-
I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom lately. So many things about where I’m living now, Belgium, remind me of her. We were together in Ge...
-
Last week something important in this journey of grief took place. In an event that won’t be ignored, the monument company installed the hea...
-
Today is Mom’s birthday. She would be 68 -- a very young 68. I wish I could be happy and simply celebrate her life today, but I can’t. The...
-
It is November. The brisk morning air and falling leaves remind me that summer is long past, and all around me I see evidence that Thanksgiv...
-
The hardest thing to handle is the unbelief. It simply can't be real. This. Can. Not. Be. Real. This thought invades my brain: "I...
-
Dear Mom, Happy Mother’s Day. I know you are not HERE, breathing the air of Earth with me, but you are HERE, in my thoughts, in my soul, in...
-
A few days ago, a caring friend asked me what I missed most about my mom. I thought for only a second or two before I responded, “Her voice....
-
Workdays are better than weekends. Most days I get up and get busy right away. Morning ablutions, quiet time, care for the pets, then off to...
-
“You will not die.” The words of NCIS’ famous Senior Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, delivered to Agent Anthony DiNozzo, as he lay dying...
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
My Mom, c. 1967
No comments:
Post a Comment