Earlier this week we went to get Zeke’s senior yearbook pictures. On the way, I noticed his hands. Working hands. Hands that look familiarly like my dad’s work-stained hands and like Brandon’s in the early years of our marriage. I told him not to worry about it because they were doing head-shots. I was wrong.
It has always been said that the bond between a mother and her children is forever. This has just been proven to be true by the 21-year-old Thomas Resch from Marysville, Washington. Thomas has just shown that nothing — not even death, could ever stop his love for his mom when he has proudly (and
“Hopefully I’ll have that again someday.” my son Evan said wistfully over the phone. “You will!” I encouraged him. “Just give it a while.” “Best that it is over but there were still some fun times.” he went on. “You’ll have that with someone new.” I said. “You’re only nineteen. Plenty of time.” “Yeah.” he
On a trip back to my old hometown, I drove out to the senior’s residence to spend some time with my Mom. I hadn’t seen Mom in almost a year. My sisters, who have been there with her on her gradual descent into the murky fog of Alzheimer’s, warned that the visit would go hard
A mother’s creed… I gave birth to you, but you came with no instructions. All I knew was that I loved you long before I saw you. I know I made some mistakes and for that, I am sorry. I was doing my best I could what I knew. Everything I did for you, I