Today is Doug’s birthday. Since he chose not to have a funeral, I've wanted to write a few words about him, though I've struggled with this for weeks. At the last minute, this is all I can say… This week I’ve been hanging pictures and family photos. We hadn’t been able to do that before …
Tag: love
i thought you’d be here in the morning
~~my journal 2/18/2020 - "death is so sudden, even tho we were waiting. I wish I'd taken time last night - - but no, I just wanted to finish washing dishes and mom is always so needy. I'm glad I checked on her. She said she felt strange and should we worry about it. I …
i always knew, he fought for me…
You cannot love a thing without wanting to fight for it G. K. Chesterton My dad was a quiet man who loved big fireworks. I miss him on the 4th of July. When it was dark enough, with his carefully selected box of fireworks in hand, Dad would walk to the end of our driveway …
he loves me like that…
Three favorite stories, short and sweet... At Passover Meal, knowing he would suffer and die, knowing his disciples had no clue what was about to happen, Jesus told them of his eager longing to share this meal with them. An eager longing to share. He loved them like that. (from Luke 22:14-20) At that same …
loving grown-up sons
Awhile back I wrote of the ease and sweet memories of loving little sons. Loving grown-up sons is more complicated. Maybe not so much the loving as the letting go. Their adult lives have been shaped by experiences I have not lived and do not understand. They have wives and children, careers, friends and activities …
loving little sons
They slid quietly onto the benches looking much like we did when we first arrived. Red-faced with sweat dampened hair, three teenage girls took an open bench for themselves. Mom and two small boys, maybe 5 and 8, took a seat behind them on a bench already occupied. Somehow the three of them squished into …
the full heart life
Two team members are dead. The third rests against a tree, mortally wounded. His last words are to tell his wife how much he loves her, "and that I died with my brothers...with a full heart" From the movie Lone Survivor. The scene and those words are stuck in my head. What does it mean to die with …
motherly imperfections
... taking an extra-large "mother's cut" of Easter candy before filling your baskets ... needing a "sweat rag" to hold while teaching you to drive ... making up excuses not to take you places because I didn't feel like it ... making up excuses because I was afraid ... serving you fish sticks, French fries and corn... all in one meal …
staying the course…
Saying "no" to a slice of thickly frosted, gooey chocolate cake can make you feel dazed and confused... Staying open to love, when there's a choice to judge, feels risky... Completing the project, the one they want, the one you want to quit, taps every reserve you have... But you will feel better in the …
Easter… short and sweet
It's not rocket science. It's love.
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