I wrote this in my Moments with Mama during her 9 year battle with Alzheimers. It was two days after Christmas not knowing we’d just had our last one together. December 27th. I wanted to write this jubilant post about the new year. There are so many things I’m excited about despite the circumstances but
loss
Homage to a Farmer
This past week, our church and our little community lost a farmer. Not just any farmer, one whose impact will never leave this planet. It all happened on Saturday night when he danced his way into heaven. All who knew him can see him doing it and all who knew him can see the Lord
Finding Your People.
Whew… this has emotionally been a long time coming! But today, I’m so excited to share the first in a series of short videos called “Lessons Learned.” These short videos are all based on real life experiences from the school of hard {as a brick} knocks and those I learn moving forward on this crazy
Curve balls….
Aren’t we all trying to find the best versions of ourselves? Well, maybe not everybody, like the disgruntled lady at church Sunday, but hey, even she might be trying when she gets home! I just wish we could reach a point where all this “oh, I’m good” bologna could stop and on the tough days,
She is me. She was me.
This is a journal entry from two years ago today…. the prompt for today’s post. I hope you’ll take a moment to read it and the video will speak for itself. Thanks for being here, love you all!!
Christmas with Mama…
We just had our third Christmas without Mama. Wow. As I run into people almost daily who are going through Alzheimers with someone they love, it is a constant reminder of the journey, one I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. While it is sometimes difficult, it means so much to me when someone asks
On the Anvil.
I was rereading this book recently for about the fifth or sixth time and I thought, you know, I need to share this because if it means so much to me, it may to someone else! I read this book when it first came out in 2008 simply because one of my favorite authors, Max
To all the Mamas.
Today is not about my Mama but another, one whom I felt a need to write about for my own heavy heart if for no other reason. I watched this mother at the funeral of her baby boy, a young man, but still her baby boy. It was an amazing gift of grace from God
Gone too soon.
This morning as I let my tall baby boy (almost 16) out in the car rider circle at school, I watched him walk up that sidewalk and it took all I had to not run after him for one more hug. I cried and cried after I pulled off. I cried as my heart
Welcomed silence.
The lonely days I felt even when I wasn’t in the room alone…
Permanence…
I walked in the back door like I always do. It was early one morning recently, before the sun had risen, and there he was…. sitting at the table. He never does that. It almost scared me. The words we’d all felt losing Mama seemed to be captured in that one little moment sitting at
Mama’s Shoes.
Mama’s been gone a while now and as many of you can relate, it seems like ten years and it seems like last week. Since she passed, we slowly but surely have gone through things of hers which never gets easier. It’s funny what you learn about someone, even those you’ve loved your whole life,
