The road between sorrow and joy is well worn in our home. The vehicle of our hearts go back and forth on that well traveled plain full of bumps, valleys, beauty and streams in the desert. Enjoying what’s here but remembering what had to be missing to bring us here. There is a hole that is always missing, a place …
Everything Left Behind
“Here are his belongings,”the gentleman said and handed me a bag. I walked into the hospital with a husband that day and walked out a widow with just a bag of his belongings. I opened the bag to see his phone, the watch he wore every day, his wallet, law enforcement badge, and his wedding ring. Looking down at that …