Vacation With My Dad

One of the things I specifically remember about my dad is how much he loved his time in Germany.  He spent about a year there when he served in the Army and he always talked about how amazing he thought the country and its people were.  He kept a photo album of his adventures in... Continue Reading →

Pictures in His Wallet

I found your wallet, dad.  It had been hiding in the box of your things I've been carrying around all these years and never opened.  I recently decided it was time to find out anything and everything I could about your life and doing so meant opening the box.  I finally felt strong enough to... Continue Reading →

Healing is a Journey

Healing is an interesting process.  For wounds to our body such as cuts or broken arms, healing usually takes place over a few weeks or months and before we know it, our bodies are back to normal.  We might be left with a scar but, unless an injury is severe, generally these type of blows... Continue Reading →

My Costa Rican Dad

This time 3 years ago, I was heading home from a mission trip to Costa Rica.  I decided to travel to this beautiful country with a group called e3 Partners on a trip where I thought I would be used to change lives.  I could not have been more wrong about how that turned out.... Continue Reading →

30. Single. Fatherless.

I’ve been fatherless since I was 10 years old. Dad had a courageous battle with cancer and passed away in our home while I sat next to his bedside. I could tell you all the vivid details of his passing (it’s one of the only things I remember from my childhood) but I’ll spare you.... Continue Reading →

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