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Closing the deal with my mom…
Last Friday, with sparring helmet, boxing gloves, and mouthguard, I stepped onto the testing mat with adrenaline rushing in my head. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. “This is your black belt test! … Continue reading
Where heaven and hell meet
I never thought I’d find comfort in a cemetery, but I do. I visit my mom’s grave often, usually at dusk. It’s the only place where I can unpack all the sorrow and questions that linger in my heart. The … Continue reading
Closing the door to depression…
Sunday was a wonderful and very hard day. That’s how most days have felt since my mom died, a mix of both horror over losing my mom and extreme gratitude for the people who are still in my life. But … Continue reading
doing hard things
“Will your wife be staying here during your procedure?” the nurse asked my dad as she motioned to me. Yuck. “Oh, this is my daughter,” he said sweetly as he looked at me and patted my shoulder. We locked eyes … Continue reading
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the quietness of death
I don’t know what I was expecting when my mom died. Maybe a trumpet sound? Maybe a world-wide moment of silence to acknowledge her death? I’m not exactly sure. All I know is death is much quieter than I expected. … Continue reading
tearing down the walls of resentment
Last week, I received a beautiful sympathy card from a dear friend’s mother. The moment I started reading it, I started bawling. The sadness wasn’t because I knew this woman really well. The tears were because she was openly sharing … Continue reading
understanding my mom’s tears
It was a bright and sunny day about a year and a half ago. I was alone with my mom in the car on the way to my grandma’s funeral. Sorrow and my mom’s perfume mixed in the air with the smell of … Continue reading
Where meaning and purpose reside…
Written as I lie facedown in the valley of losing my mom… love to you…
The small things…
Taking these photos of my mom’s flowers has taught me that life is too short to miss the beauty found inside a lily. I wonder how many other treasures I’ve missed because I’m too busy with my to-do list and … Continue reading
the bridge to my mom…
Every aspect of my mom’s memorial service on Saturday was beautiful. God gave me incredible peace and strength to write and deliver her eulogy, my part of honoring my mom and serving my dad and family. It happened exactly as … Continue reading
