Dear reader: this is raw and painful and tear-stained and in its original form from pen and paper Dear Pops, My confession is this: There are so many things I think about each day that I should have just picked up the phone and called you and thanked you for; or if I had just …
I’m running and running and running through the forest- through the trees- the forest floor beneath my feet keeps me grounded to the earth. Daffodils scatter in the breeze- as my thoughts wander… theres a million things about you that are etched in my memory: Always at your red work bench, or the church, or …
It’s been 4 1/2 months since Pops passed away. A time of in- between, a time of floating, a time of grief. Almost every day I see or hear or read or experience something that reminds me of him. I heard “All I Can Say’ by David Crowder Band last Saturday in my car, and …
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Today, I woke up. I walked my dog, I prepped my food for the day. I woke up to a normal day. Other people were not as fortunate. The last two days, these United States have woken up to loss and sadness and frustration. This morning as I was getting myself ready for the day, …
Sometimes I hate how attached we, as human beings, get to things, people, places, life. My grandpa, or Pops as he was affectionately dubbed by my cousin, was one of my favorite people in this world. I guess I need to start from the last day of September of 2015. He and my Mamaw drove …