Breakwaters are purposed to reduce the intensity of wave action. But breakwaters don't stop tears.
It is said that you become a better plant partner to a plant you talk to everyday.
I admit that my life anymore is an open book, the pages tear stained. It's a sad story, at least this current chapter.
I wonder what she sees where she is, now so far away.
We celebrated our 48th Wedding Anniversary in cancer treatment, hand-in-hand, battling together, a battle we would lose.
"Be mindful always of His promise." Do you know how hard that is?
Anymore, since she's been gone, it's the simple things, the God-reminder things, which bring tears even while smiling.
Featured presentation at tonight's meeting.
They are there, these reminders. God give me eyes to see.
My oldest daughter and I sat in church yesterday wiping away tears.
The first day of spring my wife left the beauty of this earth for heaven's beauty following her long battle with cancer but left me a gift.
Sixteen-year-old Desmin Jarrett died of a gunshot wound this past Thursday evening.
What is a love story without tragedy?
Something happened on that return trail with the grandsons that happens often now in my life alone without my traveling companion.
A man came down fishing. He had cancer. It would be his last fishing trip. And I observed something that day that I desperately need now.
Three months ago, today I lost the dearest treasure on all the earth to me.
It was W. Somerset Maugham who bemoaned, of humanity in general that "life slipped through their fingers unlived."
From the first pitch to the last at bat, the game of life is best learned from a father who steps up to the plate.
At a loss for words. At a loss for purpose. At a loss to understand.
Featured this evening is Chief Jim Sharp, West Pierce Fire & Rescue (WPFR), presenting on the upcoming levy.
Come and cheer them on!
Like pulling back the curtain of a darkened and temporarily forgotten window left open, beauty insists on being seen.
Gifts of a mother's love to be forever worn close to their hearts.
“Why do grandpas love their granddaughters so much?” he had asked rhetorically, peering over the top of his spectacles.
Time to love - to have and to hold, to love and to cherish - is as thin as a thread, as slender as a string.
She no longer lives here. But she left behind a message, a reminder, upon returning home.
A quarter-billion dollars is the Clover Park School District proposed budget. Do you know where your money goes?
Every spring they burst forth in beautiful color and texture, a reminder of the promise.
"How Does a Moment Last Forever?"
"Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful," reads the proverb.
A Sudden Halt to Business as Usual
Starting tonight with the Cops vs. Teachers basketball game to benefit 11-year-old Janine Hope Dungca who is wheelchair-bound.
Like the beautiful tulips she loved, so beautiful was my wife of 50 years married, in heaven since this just passed first day of spring.
Like the paperclip, she bound our family with manifold blessings that keep us mindful of what matters.
The calendar changes when you lose someone precious.
Courage, bravery, and valor had nothing to do with the reason why I picked up the phone.
How often God orchestrates from Heaven the intricate and intimate details of our lives here on earth.
One day joy will predominate, and the pain of loss will subside. One day.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken." Like mine.
Her cancer would return. It would be understandable if she had been consumed by worry. But then there was the lily.