Dear family and friends… The 7th is upon us again, marking 17 months without Jud.  As I sit here trying to convey the feelings in my heart, I am finding it difficult to describe in words.  It is as though anything I might write could either minimize our pain or overly exaggerate it…which maybe, coupled

Our new friend John from York. After spending some time in England, particularly York and Burnley, I am convinced the British have maintained a slower, sweeter pace than Americans.  For example, when you walk into a coffee shop, they automatically serve your drink in a ceramic cup because your cappuccino is not an end in

We had a furry friend join our family yesterday.  Jessie has upgraded from her plastic pup to a bonafide, adorable, sweet, little pooch.  Though a birthday gift for me, our intent is for this precious, approximately 7 month old male Maltipoo mutt to grow to be Jessie’s buddy.  He was rescued by a girl named

Thursdays are still my day to visit Judson’s gravesite when I have the opportunity.  As I laid out my blue blanket on the grass near his grave-marker today and looked around at all the other names of people buried nearby, I started to calculate their ages – 80, 84, 76, 83, 40, 62, 66 …

Dear Judson… Your dad and I have now been to the other side of the nation and the other side of the world in honor of you, but the journey where I find you running back into my embrace remains forefront to all my longings.  It was strange to be traveling because of you, traveling

  Posing for photos with Jim & Jill Kelly Dear family and friends… We have certainly felt like jet-setters the last couple weeks with our travels to England and now just returning from Rochester, New York.  In fact, we had three different lay-overs in the Newark airport within one week, making it feel like a

Comedian Jason Manford Dear family and friends… We have arrived home from England and had an absolutely fabulous (or “lovely” as the English might say) time. Here is a slideshow with some of the highlights from our trip: On Friday night thousands of dollars were raised for www.savebabiesuk.org.  It was an honor and gift to

My grief is at a stage now where it is very uncommon for me to cry in a public setting over my loss of Judson.  Most of my weeping is done in private.  However, yesterday I was so overcome with emotion that I burst into tears outside the ruins of the Whitby Abbey.  I couldn’t