Purpose. The life in ones veins. The path to their walk. The table in which they sup at. Purpose is so important. Without purpose, a person will feel unfulfilled, lost, and depressed. We are masters at creating a fabricated purpose, one that tries so very hard to pave the way to happiness and contentment, but… Continue reading Purposeful Brokenness
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Left Behind
When we moved to Tampa, back in 2007, we knew we hit the jackpot. Warm, sunny weather... check. Tons to do... check. Tropical paradise... double-check. Samantha was only 7 months at the time, so this is all she has ever known. Molly and Clara were both born in the house we live in now. (Well,… Continue reading Left Behind
My PTSD
It's about 1:00 am. I've been up for 20 hours. So you would think it crazy that I sit here in the dining room, in the still of the night, questioning what we went through nine months ago. And yet here I am. Shaken. Traumatized. Unable to sleep. Tears streaming down my cheeks. For the… Continue reading My PTSD
RIP
So I am starting this particular blog like no other. For it's this morning that I really don't know what to say. I just know that I need to write. It's been a very hard few weeks in the DIPG community. And even as I type this, I feel like these words leave my mouth… Continue reading RIP
Trimming the Tree
The girls asked to put up the Christmas tree earlier than we normally do this year. They have been eager to see the lights, hang the ornaments, and let's be honest, get some presents. I wasn't so sure. Pulling out all the Christmas boxes wasn't the problem. Neither was putting together the big, heavy tree.… Continue reading Trimming the Tree
RIP Julie
Julie Beth Little, as we once knew her, left this world on June 17, 2014. Due to an unforeseen illness, a beast of a cancer, her life was taken away as she watched her baby girl slowly fade. Once the life of the party, she now dreads social events and really has to pull all… Continue reading RIP Julie
Heavenly Minded
The conversations around our house have drastically changed since Molly went to heaven. "What is heaven like? What are they doing in heaven? Do you think there are cockroaches in heaven?" Never before was my mind so heavenly minded. Singing hymns about heaven and hearing the trumpet blow immediately send tears down my cheeks. I… Continue reading Heavenly Minded
Memories
Perhaps the most difficult of all endeavors in the grieving world is the idea of memories. You love them, yet you hate them. You cherish them, yet wish to not remember. You begin to create new ones, but only while looking back. Everything in life has a little bit of a bitter taste to it.… Continue reading Memories
Iceberg
When Peter and I were stationed in Germany, there were a number of times that we were able to visit the Alps. In fact, my favorite story to tell was the particular visit we had where for the small sum of about $6.50, we could take a carriage ride up the mountain. How romantic! Did… Continue reading Iceberg
Silence
" How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? forever? how long wilt though hide thy face from me? How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily?...Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death."~Psalm 13:1-3 Silence can be… Continue reading Silence
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