One woman's journey from heartache to healing.
Dad would have been 57 today and I can't help but think of what he might have done with the last 22 years of his life. Since my dad was a wild soul much like myself, I know that we got robbed of all the creative genius he would have brought into the world. I... Continue Reading →
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 →
Being fatherless left a hole in me that I couldn't even begin to process until nearly two decades later. I had recited the words "My father passed away when I was young" more times than I can count to strangers, new friends, potential love interests and anyone who innocently asked about my parents. I hated... Continue Reading →
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 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 →
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 →
I have spent the last 20 years without my dad on Father's Day and I know firsthand that all of us who are fatherless dread this day. Some who are fatherless would give everything they have to be able to hug their dad one last time and tell him how much he means. Others are... Continue Reading →
Like many of us who lost a parent young, I have very few memories left of my dad. Throughout my life, it's been tough to discern whether or not the ones I have are actual memories or a creation of the perfect dad I would like to hold on to. The vivid memories that I do... Continue Reading →
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 →
Life Without My Dad 