A Secret Message

After the funeral, we congregated at Scott and Rhonda’s house, drying tears with stories from happier times and filling the void we all felt with fried chicken, green beans and ham. As if sitting through your mother’s memorial service isn’t stressful enough on a seven-year-old boy, G-man clearly had reached his limit as the living [...]

Rhonda

rhonda and ben

We were helping my cousin hang photos when the call came this morning. Ben left the room to answer. We heard the hammer drop out of his hands. And our world shattered. How do you say goodbye to someone who shouldn’t be gone in the first place? How do you forget the cry of a [...]