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I rarely allow my mind to recall the events surrounding the worst day of our married life. The day our son died. Today I will go there with the hope that somebody needs to hear this message and might be helped by telling it. I sat alone on the open staircase with a house full… Read more
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Ten years ago today Jacob Michael Fekete, my son, lived his last day among us. Wow, a decade has passed and I can say it’s been an education I wouldn’t wish on anyone. What I have learned I’ve tried to communicate as best I can by writing. Words have their limitations however to express what… Read more
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It’s approaching 10 years since our son Jacob died. “Feels like a lifetime ago and only yesterday” Stacey commented the other day. Hardship and suffering comes to all. There are no exemptions. Trouble leaves our broken world with questions like, why? What is the point of all this pain? Apart from faith those questions are… Read more
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I don’t sing in church. I am a Christian anomaly I think. I rarely tune in to music though I enjoy it. I appreciate hymns and worship music and understand their importance but I am rarely openly engaged in any song. I used to sing a little. Then Jake died and with him died his… Read more
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Modern medicine is amazing. Stacey and I both had colonoscopy screens this past week. We both requested the drug propofol for our procedure. It puts you to sleep quickly, it is painless and you wake up alert without memory of anything that just happened. Stacey and I both agreed that the experience with propofol might… Read more
A journal of faith, grief and devotional musings
Wrestling with Jacob 