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Life is full of storms, both in the weather and in heart They blow in, affecting everyone in their paths, and are no respecter of persons - or emotions.
And, friends, there’s a big one blowing in this week. And right out in front, winging himself ahead of the billowing storm clouds of emotions, is Cupid himself, arrows loaded and ready to fly.
And, friends, there’s a big one blowing in this week. And right out in front, winging himself ahead of the billowing storm clouds of emotions, is Cupid himself, arrows loaded and ready to fly.
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It's 2014.
Days keep passing.
Things are trying to normalize.
I’ve even thought how ready I am to get the Christmas tree down and get my house back to ...
Back to what?
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Borrowing a phrase form The Grinch, Christmas became as foreign to me as the Whobilation was to him.
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All my growing up, Christmas Day was very full. It gathered food, presents, and people like a snowball gathers snow. And coming from a large family, Rod’s Christmas Day celebration was similar to mine - only he gathered a bigger snowball by the end of the day.
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All my growing up, Christmas Day was very full. It gathered food, presents, and people like a snowball gathers snow. And coming from a large family, Rod’s Christmas Day celebration was similar to mine - only he gathered a bigger snowball by the end of the day.
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You might wonder how a national holiday could possible be a secondary loss. They roll around every year, right when they’re supposed to.
Yeah, like a steamroller.
Rod died six days before Thanksgiving and 10 days before we were supposed to leave on a trip to Israel, both of which we talked about in the hospital just two days before he died. We didn't even talk about Thanksgiving.
Yeah, like a steamroller.
Rod died six days before Thanksgiving and 10 days before we were supposed to leave on a trip to Israel, both of which we talked about in the hospital just two days before he died. We didn't even talk about Thanksgiving.