When I passed my dad’s monument, it would be easy for me to sink into that hole that seems to feel like the muddy field I just walked through, but I didn’t.  Instead, I picked up a few persimmons laying... Read More

Our job as those who carry, those who watch, and those who mourn is to carry their love deep in our souls once their body has been laid to rest.  It does not matter if they passed or died,... Read More

As I climbed about the only hill on the farm, I could feel my healing torn hamstring.  It has been two months yesterday since I tore it in karate class.  ...... Read More