When my child died, the world stopped making sense and my heart shattered in ways words can barely touch. Maybe you’ve lost a child—perhaps even…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
When my child died, the world stopped making sense and my heart shattered in ways words can barely touch. Maybe you’ve lost a child—perhaps even…
I’m tired. I’m tired of people driving others to the ledge of despair in the name of being better. When you push us to get…
Nothing is simple anymore. I have previously written how I cannot just simply buy gum. Seeing the gum display evokes memories of Caleb. Memories of…
Grief can turn into anger at God, and Scripture says that is allowed. Job did it, David did it. Why yelling at God is honesty, not blasphemy.
It seems it can’t be real, but I know it is. These words made me feel more seen than I have felt in a very…
Ten hard truths a father learned after losing his son to suicide: how love grows at death, who actually stays, and why no other child replaces the one lost.
Reflecting on the loneliness and fading hope after six years of grief from losing a child.
No matter how one envisions hell, no concrete proof of its experience can be known. Some may use the imagery in Dante’s Inferno, or the…
Certain dates on the calendar really sting. I wrote about this five years ago (Dates on the Calendar), but now that I am further on…
Hope as a gossamer thread cutting into the hand. A grieving father on clinging to faith through decades of loss while God feels silent and relief never comes.