I wrote this poem about my son after he was killed by a drunk driver. He had just come to know the Lord a year and a half before he died.
I have been writing since I was a little girl. My mother kept some of my first poems I wrote in elementary school. It is so fun to look back at those things. I have kept a journal since I was 14 years old. Not a daily journal, just whenever the mood struck me to … Continue reading Writing Along The Way
At first I didn't really want to write about losing my son Michael because that would make it real and I didn't want it to be real. At first I felt like I could pick up my phone and text him and he would answer. At first it is just so darn hard to believe … Continue reading Coming To Grips With The Stark Reality
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