The Point

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“Why are we here and Hobbes is in Heaven?  Why do we have to go to school and boys and girls in Heaven don’t? Why are we here if the Earth is not that great and Heaven is perfect?” my five year old son asks me with tears in his eyes.  I would usually say he was doing his usual bedtime filibuster, but we did just lose our precious dog, Hobbes, a little over a month ago.  The terrible understanding that death is permanent has hit Jack earlier than I had hoped. Continue reading

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How My Weird Day Led Me To My Grandparents’ Graves

Today was so weird, ya’ll.  I was traveling for work and just wasn’t in the mood.  I’d been driving in the middle of nowhere for hours with no cell phone service and limited radio options.  Just when I decided to just go home and give up on today, I saw a sign: Americus 10 miles.  The town that I practically grew up in.  The town where my grandparents used to live.  Just ten little miles?  I had to go drive by the old house. Continue reading

My Parents’ Divorce

When my parents got divorced, I was only a few months away from getting engaged.  Actually, their divorce finalized four days after I got engaged.  At 26 years old, I thought I had dodged the bullet that splits families apart.  I thought, Well, if they aren’t divorced by now, I guess they’re going to stick it out.  Suck it up.  Keep their vows miserably until death do them part and all that. Continue reading

The Silver Lining of Alzheimer’s Disease

Colonel C.T. Boys, Betty's husband and my Papa
Colonel C.T. Boys, Betty’s husband and my Papa

There she was, both feet planted on the headboard, staring at the enormous portrait hanging above her bed.  She admired the man in the picture and the work of the artist, not knowing that it was actually she who had painted it.  She couldn’t place him, but she knew him.  She would do this so often that eventually the painting was removed.  It was dangerous for her to flip around in bed all the time and it confused her to wonder who the man was and why she seemed to know this piece so well.  Her son took it home with him and hung it on his own wall.  He could appreciate the memory of his father without doing somersaults off the furniture. Continue reading

Heaven Standard Time (Or HST)

“In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.”
J.R.R. Tolkien

I’m not one to talk too much about religion.  I consider myself a Christian.  I believe in Jesus and God and all that jazz.  I also, have much respect for other religions and beliefs and feel that many of them are connected to the same general ideologies.  Be kind to one another.  Appreciate what you have.  When you die, you won’t really die.  You’ll go on to live forever, somewhere.  Probably, Heaven.  Heaven has always fascinated me.  What’s it like?  Who is there?  Are we still ourselves or do we become warm glittery beams of light?  Maybe we all take the form of dogs and God plays fetch with us for the rest of eternity. Continue reading