Dear family and friends, We were so blessed to have over 25 people join us for the “Walk for a Cure” with the Stennis Foundation.  We all proudly sported our yellow “I’m a Bud of Jud the Stud” shirts as we walked around the beautiful lake at Laguna Niguel Regional Park. Then many of us

Many have come alongside our family throughout this year and mourned deeply with us in our raw grief.  As we have walked in sorrow over the unthinkable death that befell our Jud Bud, friends have felt with us, commiserated with us, cried with us, and listened to us. Simultaneously, this has been a year concentrated

Somehow Drake and I wound up on a list where we regularly get invitations to go to movie screenings for films that are still in the final stages of production before being released.  We recently had the chance to see the upcoming film “Marley and Me” due out in theaters this December. This screenplay, adapted

We took Jessie to a festival on Saturday and she had a fabulous time of numerous firsts: Face Painting Brushing a Sheep Cotton Candy!! And she also enjoyed some familiar experiences too: Bounce House Slides Art She was full of joy, giving us great joy!  

The loss of Jud continues to take us places we would never otherwise be.  Organizations, causes, and events that were completely unfamiliar to us in our life with Jud, have now become an important part of our life without Jud. We attended a festival on Saturday that supports the Wishland Organization that provides assistance to

My dear Jud Bud, I regularly find myself staring at your pictures.  They are one of the greatest gifts I have in the wake of losing you.  These still images that captured a moment in time have proven to be one of the most treasured things in my life. I have studied your image from

I remember the first time Drake and I heard about the free ice cream night at Cold Stone…we were living in the Brea area and did not yet have kids.  I wasn’t sure why Cold Stone was offering free ice cream, but I was confident I’d enjoy the sweet treat just a little more than

“No one can think death is more awful than it is. It is those who think it is not so bad that need correcting.” – by N. Wolterstorff in Lament for a Son Yesterday, we were sitting at the table and I told Jessie I wanted to show her a picture.  I pulled out a