Grief at Sixteen Years
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.
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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…
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If you could return to any year of your life and relive it, what year would you choose?
Continue ReadingMy Little Seed
Enveloped in the dust,
A tiny little seed,
Sown in love…
Twelve Years
Dear Jud Bud… I find myself longing for a new photograph of the two of us together. Longing. And longing. And longing. But there are none. Nor will there be. I repeatedly gaze at the same handful of pictures of you and me…I’ve been staring at these same ones for twelve years now. It’s heartbreakingly
Continue ReadingGreatest Gift
My Dear Jud Bud…Another birthday. Another year lived in your absence. Another celebration of your life, similar to the last. Another year in the middle of what…
Continue ReadingNot Our Usual
Today is Easter. In our family, Easter is usually set aside as a day to gather with loved ones in remembrance of the resurrection of our Lord Jesus and the hope therein. Drake and I are not home today. We are not…
Continue ReadingBeauty in Brokenness
Her beauty, mesmerizing and pure. Porcelain skin, translucent and soft. Long golden hair, silky and flowing…
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