Faith & Hope in Suffering
Donate
My grief has reached adulthood. 18 years old. I don’t know how we got here, but just like child-rearing, the days have been long and the years have been short. 18 years without my boy! Watching videos of my Jud Bud today, I was struck by how familiar those moments feel while simultaneously experiencing them
Continue Reading
This post celebrates the author’s son, Jud, on his 20th birthday, reflecting on the profound love experienced since he entered her life. Despite his passing, she finds solace in memories and imagines their reunion, believing his spirit lives. Her enduring love transforms daily life.
Continue Reading
We’ve reached sixteen years. Sixteen. Years. Sixteen years of grief over the loss of my Jud Bud. S-I-X-TEEN.
My grief is now old enough to get a driver’s license.
Continue Reading
Dear Jud… It’s hard to believe you’d be turning eighteen today. I’m finding this especially jarring and hard to swallow. Maybe it’s for the same reason any parent might experience…it means letting go of your childhood. But your childhood already became intangible to me—after 3 years you were frozen as a preschooler. I’ve been left
Continue Reading
I feel a little lost today. Lost in my grief. It’s raining. Raining so hard that I think we won’t be able to decorate your grave for the first time in 14 years. This makes me sad. And it leaves me a little lost. It’s the simple way we’ve come to celebrate you on your birthday…
Continue Reading
If you could return to any year of your life and relive it, what year would you choose?
Continue Reading
…something profound happened in that moment. It was as though our Jud Bud became starkly aware of his own increasing deficits while simultaneously celebrating with us the victories of his little sister’s movement…
Continue Reading
Enveloped in the dust,
A tiny little seed,
Sown in love…
