Today is the first time we celebrate my Dad’s birthday without him here. I feel his absence this morning. Our hearts break from the missing. But I feel his presence too. He lives on in the laughter of his 3 year old granddaughter - the way she smiles with her eyes and laughs with her… Continue reading Bittersweet


Now he sings with the angels

I have this piece of paper with my Dad’s love, compassion and encouragement written out in his earthly handwriting. This paper wears thin like our prayers. It’s torn like our hearts. It is so small a thing in the face of such great loss. But there is strength in it. Strength to console my human… Continue reading Now he sings with the angels