faith
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I have a terrible confession to make. I drive over the speed limit most of the time….there it’s out, and now you all know my darkest secret. We travel allot and I tend to set the cruise at 75mph on the expressway. I do this because there is an unwritten understanding between drivers and cops, Read more
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I don’t believe for a minute that time heals all wounds. I never heard of a parent who got over the death of their child. Read more
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All sunshine makes a desert, but when in the desert look for an oasis. I guess if I could define my life before grief I could use the word sunshine. Three healthy kids, a loving wife, stable jobs and a cape cod in the country. Life certainly wasn’t without trouble but overall we enjoyed mostly Read more
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When laughter stopped I have always been a cut up and totally appreciate a good belly laugh. My laughter was silenced for a long time after all the death of my son and 3 other loved ones. I had to think deeply as to the last time that something made me laugh hard enough to make me cry. Then Read more
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A fear of forgetting I was afraid that I would forget my son. I was afraid that I would not remember the sound of his voice, the smell of his clothes and gait of his steps. A strange and unfamiliar fear overtook me in the first hours, days and weeks after his death. I have Read more
Wrestling with Jacob 