Capture Your Grief 2014 Day 9
Capture Your Grief Day 9: In Memory This tattoo of a self-portrait of my little girl has been a constant reminder of how beautiful she is, how much I miss her and how much I love her. It has allowed my...
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Capture Your Grief Day 10: Support For the first several weeks and months after losing Bella, I spent most of my time focused on who wasn’t there. This may be one of my biggest regrets as I look back...
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Capture Your Grief Day 11: Altar We have several items that strike a memory or have a special meaning to us. They are mostly collecting on one shelf in our home. I often walk by, catch a glimpse of one...
View ArticleInto the Fog
I woke up to fog that didn’t allow visibility beyond 30 yards. The car ride to work became far more interesting. For some reason, my mind immediately presented the vision of a cemetery. One too many...
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I am not the bravest of men. Honestly? I may not even be the bravest in my household. Quite the confession when you consider my household consists of my wife and three children all under the age of 13....
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Read Part One here. And now the nominees for scariest moment of Paul’s life…Late night prank phone call that ended with his mom staying awake all night in the living room as she clutched onto a...
View ArticleA Secret Worth Telling
For the first 16 years of my life, I was taught that depression, stress, anxiety and any desire to crumble under the pressures, heartache or pain of life was simply a sign of laziness, weakness and...
View ArticleA Secret Awake. Again.
When Superman is dead, what can you possibly trust in enough to understand that things will be alright? “God!” I can hear the shout in unison as the audience of all of those who were in my life from...
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Phase One: A Secret Worth Telling Phase Two: A Secret Awake. Again. Phase Three: A Secret to Die For A reset for this series is necessary at this point. In the previous couple of blogs I have indicated...
View ArticleThe Bitter Taste of Panic
My smile quickly faded as I turned the key and pushed the door open. It resisted and clanked as the dead-bolt hit hard against the lock hole. I didn’t comprehend it at first. I twisted the key once...
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