Today marks the fifth anniversary of my uncle's passing. The weather is the same as the day he left us; rain, sleet and snow. It's too early for winter, but somehow appropriate.
We all have personal lies, those unconscious beliefs that direct our actions. I think two of my dad’s big lies were; I am not worthy, and I am unloveable.
Meet my Uncle Kenny He loved his wife Betty and she loved him Kenny walked across the dining room to take his place at the kitchen table.“Ten years ago yesterday at four o’clock in the morning Betty woke me up. She had to use the bathroom. Her legs kept giving out and she couldn’t get... Continue Reading →
A discussion about desirable funeral homes and burial wishes ensued between my mother and me as we drove to church in an unfamiliar town. I swore at the voice coming from my phone for her split-second-too-late directions, while mom slammed on her imaginary brakes from the passenger side.