To Hell And Back

I would have found someone else to officiate at the funeral after the pastor spent valuable time in a theological debate with me the morning Mirinda died, but time was of the essence and we used him. He droned on about this and that. I was well drugged to keep from going to pieces. “In…

Making Arrangements

Don was gone when Mirinda was born and died. I was canning pickles one night when my water broke six weeks early. It was about 3:00 in the morning. I reached down to pick up a case of canning jars when it broke. At first I thought I had just lost control of my bladder,…

Flowers For Mirinda

Today is July 18. Mirinda Dawn would have been 35 today. Odd how time flies. I feel like I should be 35 or 25. I always get in a funk from June until her birthday. I hide it fairly well, I think, but it is always there like a thundercloud threatening to open up any…

A Soldier Died Today

I debated about writing this and posting it. It, of course, struck very close to home for me. As some of you know, Will was home a couple of weeks ago. He’s going through his own personal brand of hell, so I didn’t say much about it. It was so hard to watch him leave…