When we weep {And then there are no more tears}

Did you know that the human heart can only hold so much suffering? I'm no doctor, and I can't prove this, but I believe one could choose to die of a broken heart. Choose to stop beating with the tempo of grief. Choose to stop pulsating the radiating pain. Still, as much as I firmly... Continue Reading →

A dawning death {For my Grandpa Bill}

In the wee hours of the morning on Friday, April 26, my incredible Grandfather was welcomed through Heaven's gates. I imagine him standing there with a background of white as a slightly younger version of himself. His head is balding, but his hair is still tinted dark brown. His beard is bushy, and his stance... Continue Reading →

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