Missing Our Old Country…Learning to Live in Our New One
We were sorting through Dad’s things, as we recently sold his house, and I found a tape Dad had made
Sharing the stories, emotions and lessons of life's challenges and God's grace
We were sorting through Dad’s things, as we recently sold his house, and I found a tape Dad had made
Today marks two years since Mom went home to Jesus. Ten days from now will mark eight months since Daddy
I was skimming some other dementia blogs lately and a reader had written in saying, that though she felt guilty
Sometimes I wonder if Mother’s Day brings women more grief than blessings. Some of us will grieve the loving mothers
I often wish that I could “get it all together” before I die. I read somewhere that no one does.
Our first Thanksgiving without Mom was hard, but God gave us grace. More losses were to come in the years
I don’t know if it’s human nature, or just mine, but there was a part of me that wanted to
I walk into my parents’ house and see Mom sitting in her rocking chair. “How’s my mama?” I ask. “I
I miss the old, worn path in our backyard. It went from our back steps across our yard. At the
This summer I’ve heard that a couple people I care about have been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. It’s heartbreaking news. And
I walk into my parents’ house and see Mom sitting in her rocking chair. “How’s my mama?” I ask.“I don’t
I tucked Mama into bed for her nap today, after lunch, and climbed in next to her for a little
Today is Mom and Dad’s Anniversary. Sixty-eight years ago they were married in a little white church in Louisiana. They