Dear Grandma,

Go be with Jesus. We will be ok until we are with you again.

Dear Granddaddy,

Do you remember having heart surgery? I do. It’s not because it saved your life….it’s because that is my earliest memory of you saying to me, “love you.” Don’t get me wrong. You always expressed your love-through selfless giving, unconditional love through your actions, through exhibiting the greatest work ethic I’ve ever seen, and throughContinue reading “Dear Granddaddy,”


There is great value in silence. This simple epiphany is brought to you by an early morning where I’m introspectively silent and outwardly silent with the exception of the sounds of the morning birds and an occasional grunt from the cows in the pasture. One might attribute this to removing myself from the distractions ofContinue reading “silence.”


Someone told me that I should write Grandma’s eulogy. The child inside wanted to ask why. The teenager inside wanted to be angry and scream. The adult I am wanted to burst into tears from a place of incredible devastation and from a place of honor for being asked. I know that nothing is permanentContinue reading “eulogy.”


Over the past few weeks, I have had the pleasure of meeting up with members of the community who know my Grandparents. I’m unsurprised to learn how much they  have touched so many lives for good, and I am so proud and thankful to have grown up witnessing their strong example of living out lives that seekContinue reading “heritage.”


I’m not a fan of birthdays.  I can’t seem to pinpoint exactly when I began to feel an aversion to this particular day of the year. It may have started when I was a kid – traumatized by the public spectacle of the O’Charley’s servers singing “Happy Happy Birthday – my response was to promptlyContinue reading “birthday.”


Last night, I had a dream. It was a simple dream. I was sitting in a restaurant and my Grandma came over and said hello. That’s it….just hello. It doesn’t seem like much, but to me, I woke up relishing in the dream where my Grandma knew me. She saw me, knew me, and spoke confidentlyContinue reading “dreaming.”


Memories. Such fragile things. And Alzheimer’s disease shows no mercy to its victims. We need to learn to slow down and enjoy every moment. I’m sure my Grandma never considered that an incurable disease would steal all of her most precious memories. We had a family lunch to celebrate my Grandparents anniversary. Her children, grandchildren,Continue reading “fragile.”


Something went wrong. Please refresh the page and/or try again.

Follow My Blog

Get new content delivered directly to your inbox.

%d bloggers like this: