When we first got together he had so much dark hair. As we aged, that changed. He started to gray and then to have a little less on top. He hated the idea of going bald but didn’t so much mind the gray.  I love that we were together for the graying. The gray haired,…

20 years wasn’t nearly enough.  I’m so thankful for this man who made me a better woman in so many ways. We were far from perfect but we never gave up. We always made it work and we both knew we always would.  When I was loud, he was quiet. (Except maybe at sporting events.…

Day 17 Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.  It’s strange when you have to remind yourself to breathe.  I don’t know what to do with his stuff. How long is long enough? How long is too long? Can the shirt just hang in the bathroom forever? I don’t know what to do. I’m frozen.  Moving forward.…

It’s now Day 14 without him. Grief comes like waves in an unpredictable tide. It washes over me with all the rage and destruction of the vast ocean. I scream and cry and gasp for the air I know is right above the surface. I know it’s there but my despair is too heavy and…

Asa picked this song to sing at the end of Vance’s memorial service. He said that he wanted to sing it because it reminds him that Jesus is still here with us.  And my friends, he is right.  No, I don’t understand any of this.  Yes, I am devastated. Utterly and completely. I didn’t even…