Judson's Legacy

Heartache and Hope

Torrential Tear-Fall

Torrential Tear-Fall

For several days now, I’ve felt as though I’ve been on the verge of a torrential tear-fall; as if dark ominous clouds have been looming, foreshadowing a downpour. I’ve encountered and engaged circumstances that could collectively add to the possibility of a groundswell, but none of them seem to…

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Blinders Are Off

Blinders Are Off

There is a lot of suffering in this world.

I didn’t really see the suffering much before Jud died. Maybe it’s because blinders from the “good life” kept me from noticing it. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t relate to the deep pain around me as much as I do now. Maybe it’s because…

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Lasts Forever

Jud and Mommy Kisses

A poem for my Juddy this Mother’s Day:

I never thought I’d have the gift
Of being called a mother,
Then one day you came to be
And changed me like no other.

I beamed with delight and cried with joy;
You were cherished from the start.
The moment that our eyes had met…

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Beyond Comprehension

Aldrian Family

“It’s too much, God! It’s just too much! Why would you allow so much suffering to ravage one family?!” These guttural cries arose from my little brown couch in my living room last night.

But this pain has nothing to do with me…other than trying to understand…

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Five Long Years of Waiting

Five Long Years of Waiting

Five long years. For more than five long years, I consistently prayed for God to intervene in a personal situation, unrelated to Judson, which impacted my daily life in some difficult ways. I felt the strains and stresses of the situation and begged God to alter the circumstances. This plight even arose on the heels

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A Decade’s Reflection

A Decade's Reflection

Today is my last day living in my 30’s. Tomorrow is my big 4-0! This milestone has left me reflecting a great deal on the last ten years of my life. When I was turning 30, Drake and I had been married 8 years. We didn’t have children (and didn’t even think we could have

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Broken Forever

Broken Forever

“Sometimes I feel like something in me broke forever when my son died,” shares a mom who lost her son 36 years ago. “I understand. Me too,” affirms another. “Me too.” “Me too.” “Me too.” “My son has been gone 2.5 years. I can’t believe that I will spend the rest of my life without

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