For Each

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For each memory bear, there is a story of grief and a story of remembrance.

For each memory bear, there is a heart saddened with earthly goodbyes.

For each memory bear, there is the constant presence of warm memories.

For each memory bear represents a life lived…a loved one remembered.

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Yours Alone

DSC01326 - CopyOne of the loneliest experiences in life is personal grieving. That grieving that only you experience because only you walked in those shoes of life; only you know the love you have; only you know the grieve you have now. It’s your grief, no one else’s.

Your grief comes from the love you have; the moments you shared in this life and the absence you now experience. Your grief is an expression of your love…yours alone.

A Distant Shore


???????????????????????????????Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord Forever. (Psalm 23:6 NKJV)

The dying often see and hear things that we cannot. It has been my experience working with the dying in hospice that there is more beyond this life. Anyone in hospice who has attended a death can tell stories that have no earthly explanation.

What the dying experience as they transcend this life remains a mystery. I personally believe in heaven and a loving God who made it possible for us to be there, someday. I look forward to being rejoined with loved ones again.

Whatever you believe about an afterlife…whatever your hope is beyond the grave, one thing’s for certain: by the accounts of the dying, there is, beyond this life, a distant shore.

John 3:16

The Good Thing Harvey Washed Away

My Best Laid Plans

There’s not much in the world I can truly say I hate. But I hateHarvey.

We have been sitting here for more hours than I can begin to count being brutally lashed by his seemingly never ending fury. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t scary…terrifying…at times, but we are among the lucky ones. We are safe and dry.

Harvey has taken so much from so many. Homes, lives, hopes, jobs–all washed into the Gulf of Mexico by his relentless anger. As the horrifying images and desperate needs flash across my screen in endless and quick succession, I sit here with tears in my eyes. Where do you begin? I have never felt so helpless. My neighbors are in dire straits and I can’t do anything but pray. It’s a terrible feeling.

Pregnant women and their toddlers stuck on roofs waiting hours upon hours for…

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How Often


DSCN0124 - Copy“You don’t miss the water until the well runs dry” is a familiar saying with a “life lesson.” The meaning is easy to understand, but difficult to remember. We can get so caught up in the plans and activity in our lives that we forget that time, like water, can run out.
How often is “thirst” defined standing by a dry well? How often is “regret” realized standing by a casket? How often does “too late” become the time we thought we had?