Helping. Healing. Caring.
It’s who he is, woven into the fabric of how he lives, how he loves, how he serves, he IS love. My husband, the man who God chose for me, the father of my children, he is my love, but more importantly, he is who God appointed to raise up our babies. From the […]
That was the very last question I remember you asking me…I can still here your sing-song voice asking me as your arms were wrapped around my neck. On your birthday, at just 5 years old, you asked me what it was like when you were born. Honestly, I was speechless for a moment, then I […]
and their tears are falling down… I should have known they’d be with me. Someway, somehow, They always are. It’s my first visit to Tennessee since “the accident.” My first trip without my other half. My anchor. My Charles. The other anchor in my life, my other sweet Sammy, rode shotgun […]
I read a poem recently about the shoes I walk in.The shoes I never wanted to wear-the ones of a grieving mother. And then I thought…What about HIS shoes? The grieving father and the shoes HE must wear? The man whose heart is just as broken as mine-yet he stands in the shadows with his […]