The best gift anyone can give is talking about my kids and letting me talk about them.
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
Category: Grief
A suicide-loss survivor on why calling suicide selfish wounds twice, why he distrusts neat prevention formulas, and why simply showing up may matter most.
Healing implies a return to who you were. A bereaved father makes the case that surviving a child’s death is not healing but learning to live permanently changed.
In my darkest hour, I needed anchors but found only mirages. Those I trusted became empty riverbeds—dry when I needed them to flow. One glimpse…
“Spectacular Catastrophes” Massive tragedies, so life-altering, that they demand we ask the hardest question of all: Why would God allow this? Why do bad things happen to good people? Biblical stories in modern life.
Holding in my love for my son or my sorrow for losses would suffocate me. Instead, I choose to speak, to let my grief breathe, even as I wrestle with God over the why of it all.
Seven years in, a father names the quiet grief of suicide loss: the relentless what-ifs, the strain on a marriage, and a sorrow with no finish line.
I tried to force my mind there, to picture what it would be like if Caleb were gone. Standing at the foot of the stairs, looking at the door to his room, I tried to feel what it would be like if my child were gone.
Men are told to hold it together. A grieving father on the private storms of male grief, the breakdowns in the truck, and a faith that does not stop the questions.
Can all things work together for good when loss has no one to blame? A father wrestles Romans 8:28 against miscarriage, infertility, and the unanswered why.