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A daughter/son may outgrow your lap but will never outgrow your heart. Author unknown.
May 102013
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Mar 152013
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Me and my son Bo, 2000
I lost my oldest son, Bo, at the ripe age of 22, just nine years ago. At first I went into total denial. I kept telling myself he was away at college and soon he would be coming home. I buried myself in my work, stacked heavy blocks on top of my emotions and moved like a robot through my days. I was afraid to stop moving because I knew the blocks would tumble and reality would set in, which it did. And on those occasions, I cried the guttural sounds of sorrow and pain, like a mama cow does when she’s separated from her calf. Yet, it was in those moments that I could feel my son’s arms around me. I felt as if he was saying, “It’s okay, Mom. It was my time to go. Please don’t be sad. I love you. You need to get on with your life.” Continue reading »
Nov 292011
Send to KindleAfter dropping my oldest off at kindergarten years ago, my middle son said, “Mom, I have to go to the bathroom.”
“We’re almost home, sweetie. Squeeze your cheeks together.”
He lifted his chunky hands. Pushed his facial skin together. And didn’t breathe.
May something or someone fill your heart with joy today.
Aug 142011
Send to KindleAngels Found in the Tiniest of Creatures
by Jackie Haugh
In 1990, I was the mother of four very active children under the age of eight. My three daughters were old enough to know their boundaries, but not my two-year-old son.
One day, while I was busy cleaning the house, thinking all was well and safe with my babies, I heard the door bell ring. Opening the front door, I found a large, burly construction worker holding my little boy’s hand. Our neighbor down the street was in the middle of massive remodel and everyday Timmy would stare out the window and the watch the trucks go by.
“Lady, I think he belongs to you,” the gentleman said. “I can tell you have a bunch of kids by the balls scattered all over the lawn.” Continue reading »
May 052011
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Dear Mr. Hallmark, Sir:
I am writing to you from heaven,
And though it must appear
A rather strange idea,
I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit
Your store to find a card-
A card of love for my Mom,
As this day for her is hard. Continue reading »
Jan 242011
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I read a beautiful story this morning on Guideposts Magazine’s website. I invite you to read this mother’s heartwarming words and story.
“How Will I Get to Heaven?”
When her five-year-old son wonders about how he will get to heaven, a mother assures him he will soon be able to fly with the heavenly angels.
If you stood in Katherine’s shoes, how would you bring light to your child’s unanswered questions? Where will I go after I die? How will I find heaven? How can I fly in heaven when I don’t know how to fly? What do I do when I miss you?
Jan 232011
Send to KindleOur loved ones may not physically be present, but our memories live on.
I remember my son coming into the house, picking me up off the ground, and swinging me around in circles. I asked him to put me down, but deep inside… I didn’t want him to let go. I miss his arms around me, yet if I close my eyes and drop into my heart, I can relive our yesterdays.
What special memory about your loved one is embedded in your heart?
Jan 162011
Send to KindleSeven years ago today, my son passed away, and my heart broke into a million pieces. Even though I know he is in a better place, I miss him dearly.
My daughter and I just released 7 colorful balloons, one for each year, for his party tonight in heaven. It has become our way of celebrating his beautiful gift of life on earth.