We have all heard it, and probably even said it in our lifetime…"sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me"? Yeah, that is a load of crap and we all know it. ...continue reading →

I awoke this morning thinking about my dad. That isn't so strange considering that today is Fathers Day. Like many Fathers Days before, I feel an ache when I think of my dad. I have quietly uttered the words "I wish I had have had more time with you dad" many many times over the past 28 years that Dad has been gone. ...continue reading →

I took this picture of me holding mom’s hand toward the end. I’m not sure why, other than it made me think of the 90 years that hand had been around. There was something beautiful about her hand, even though it was old, wrinkled, gnarled, and bent by the winds of a life fully lived. I was struck that 57 years ago that hand held me as a new born. It fed me, changed my diaper, clothed me, cleaned up after me, and protected me from the harshness of this world.  As I grew older her hand reprimanded me, directed me, and comforted me when I was fearful of the dark. My mom wrung her hands over me, and put them together in a posture of prayer as she prayed fervently for God to keep me from destroying myself as a rebellious teenager. ...continue reading →

This morning, July 20, 2014 at 7:57, my mom Jeanette took her final breath while my brother Jeff and I held her hands, stroked her checks, and told her "love you mom, it is time to let Jesus catch you now and take you home". I didn't know what those last moments would be like. After days of watching her struggle to breath, and especially the last 24 hours, I was amazed at how peaceful passing actually was. Jeff and I knew that we were on Holy ground. ...continue reading →

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