People have asked me to post more about what Caleb was like. I went through Caleb’s Twitter timeline and picked some tweets that help show…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
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It’s not just erasing your current pain that makes words of comfort land so badly. There’s a hidden subtext in those statements about becoming a better, kinder, and
Vultures ride thermals, circling, until they find their prey. They do not prey on the weak to kill, but wait to eat the dead in…
I have a hard time wrapping my brain around Caleb being gone for three years. The time is simultaneously like yesterday and an eternity. I…
A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. – Luke 10:30 I am like the Traveler. Stumbling down the road, weary from the long…
Here is a brutally honest truth most people do not know about me. I am not happy about this being true; it just is. I…
I am sorry it has been so long since I have written. A friend’s post about why she writes on suicide prodded me to come…
Every day without my son is difficult. The ninth and tenth of each month are harder. When these days fall on a Saturday or Sunday,…
Homer’s Iliad tells of a man, Sisyphus, forced to roll a boulder up a hill in the depths of Hades for eternity. Each time the…
Twenty-six months today Caleb died. Did this occur to you today when you woke up? His absence occurs to me every day. While I do…