Today marks two years since Mom went home to Jesus. Ten days from now will mark eight months since Daddy
Sometimes when mountains crumble it is good to be still and know that God is God… I’m reminding myself of
I don’t know if it’s human nature, or just mine, but there was a part of me that wanted to
I was skimming some other dementia blogs lately and a reader had written in saying, that though she felt guilty
A few years ago I wrote a post making a plan for my first Mother’s Day without my mom. I
This has been a strange and perilous year so far. I have had three hospital stays since Christmas, two for
My phone rang early that Sunday morning, almost two years ago now, and the nurse said, “Your dad took a
They say you don’t appreciate what you have until you lose it. And there is so much truth in that.
Mom sees Dad walking by her this afternoon and asks, “Are you my husband?” “Yes, he replies. “I’m your husband.
Poor little Annabel is lost. We’re afraid it might be forever. Faithful followers of our journey here know that Annabel
The boxes of photos I brought home from Dad’s basement are in such a random, jumbled disorder. As I sort