Because of His Last

Because of His Last

Because of His Last, I Remember My Firsts I sat at his bedside and watched as my dad drew his last breath on this earth. I watched as peace washed over his cancer-ridden body. The big, strong body that sheltered me as an infant. The body that had held me secure on his...
Silence is Golden

Silence is Golden

Silence is Golden Silence, Peace, Quiet, Calm I’d never really experienced true silence until I went snorkeling for the first time a few months ago. Have you ever sat on the beach looking out at the big, wide ocean? It’s massive. Big. Very large. HUGE. I was living in...

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