I have a small group of guys I love hanging out with, a safe group to share life, talk, and have fun. Even though they…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
I have a small group of guys I love hanging out with, a safe group to share life, talk, and have fun. Even though they…
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…
Every day, I think about Caleb and mourn his absence. Some days it stabs me as if it were the day it happened. To go…
Lately I am noticing how much I now try to keep peace when people hurt me in my grief. I choose to avoid conflict than to let them know. I write about
How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts…
Most Americans love a holiday, especially ‘the holidays’, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Some have family come over, some go see family, others take trips to a…
Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd is the song my alarm clock most often plays. Whether or not it plays, the sentiment remains. Every…
Upon learning of my son’s death, many people say, “I can’t imagine.” I know you cannot and I could not either. The following is a…
After speaking my truth to whomever asked the first few months after Caleb died, I go out of my way to let people live their…
His hurt, pain, and depression did not go away. It is transferred to me. Maybe this is a law of conservation, but not one of…