I miss Eric. I miss his sincere presence. I miss his laugh. I miss the joy he brings to a room. I miss the way the babies light up when they see his face. I miss it all. Grief isn’t linear. Grief has no end date. Oh how I wish it did. I once believed… Read More The Truth Is: Processing Grief
My husband Eric had a tattoo that covered most of his right forearm. It said זמן לחפש את הלורד which means “Time to seek the Lord” in Hebrew. The tattoo was an intricate drawing of an hourglass with beautiful details throughout it. It was a tool to share the gospel with others. At the bottom… Read More The Missing Piece: Making Sense out of Suicide
I have sat down many times at this exact computer to write my sweet husband’s story. Our story has been a dance between moments of great joy laced with the painful times of deep sorrow. My husband’s heart was to share his story to help others. His prayer was to use his past hurt, past… Read More Eric’s Story
