The Song is Beautiful.

When did the song begin? I don’t really know…until after it had been playing for awhile. Then, one day, I realized…this is my song. The music rose and fell, the tempo followed life… It was beautiful, mesmerizing, and the notes were put together in such a way that they touched my heart like nothing ever…

Holidays and Grief

Here is an excellent article that I saw on Facebook. I think it’s worth passing along with an encouragement to note the author’s points for your own get-togethers. “What Grieving People Wish You Knew at Christmas.”

The Answer is Yes

In the dark dayslove feels dangerous.Will first kisses be returned?Can you love me? Do you trust me to be a husband?Am I an adequate father?Will you spend all your days with me?Nothing but death separate us? The end came.You’re not here to love. You were beautiful,you answered yes to a grateful man. Were I to…

Good Night

The end of a busy day, The lights go out and I slip into bed. After fidgeting with the covers and getting comfortable, I look your way and whisper, “good night.” A moment I sit, patiently, quietly, Waiting for a sound, a response. My eyes strain in the dark Looking for you, hoping to hear….

Yes, He Hears Us

While driving down the interstate, going to my GriefShare class, I see a giant, promise-filled rainbow over the hospital where Jana died. God shared this, provided this…for me tonight. God is about taking care of His children. His faithfulness endures forever! 2 Corinthians 1:4 CSBHe comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may…

A Short Dream

Many people experience dreams of their loved ones after their death. I have not dreamed a whole lot about Jana, not at night anyway. Last night, though, I did have a short dream of her. We were somewhere that we typically were, just talking. There was nothing significant about our conversation or location. But, as…

Poem “Comes the Dawn”

“And you learn to build all your roads On today because tomorrow’s ground Is too uncertain. And futures have A way of falling down in midflight. And you learn that you really can endure . . . That you really are strong And you really do have worth And you learn and learn . ….

The Path, Part 1

Along the path were walls and ceiling made of crushed glass, the floor a mix of thorns and jagged rocks. All sides were close to my body, sharp to the touch, and cutting me as I rubbed against them. The horrible way was well defined. I could not stray or escape to a different route….