Words Like Trees
Lessons Learned from Grief, Pt. 2
The lessons keep coming, this time with great hits like: You’re probably not a Goonie, you’re at least a little bit of a narcissist, old is gold, and C.S. Lewis is still pretty great.
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Raising Kids
Post written by Chris Poole. All about two little goats that are black and white, and how we’re not supposed to see them that way.
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Dreams, Not Promises
Written by Carly Brandvold. A heavy-hearted post about dreams that never see the light of day.
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The Giving Tree
Post by Jennifer Mehlenbacher. A little adventure perfect for someone who was not very large, full of trees, and love, and books, and God and other cool things!
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Celebrating Life
Truthfully, this is more of an announcement than a post, So I’m not sure what to put here… Remember to love the lives that are shared with yours!
Words Like Trees
Lessons Learned from Grief, Pt. 1
I’ve been a 20-something-year-old widower for one year now… hopefully some of these things I learned are useful ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Our Yarn: Knitting, Pt. 2
After learning everything I needed to know about knitting to make my wife’s dream come true, I realized why Cassie never did.
If Cassie Could Sing
Our Yarn: Knitting, Pt. 1
Cassie had one incredibly specific dream she wanted to make a reality by knitting. For some reason, she never got around to it. But after trying to learn how to knit myself, I’m starting to imagine why.
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How a Grinch Stole New Years
Cass and I talked about moving a lot… maybe as a kind of coping mechanism when life got stressful for her. But as eager as I was to be moved out and for everything to be changed, I didn’t really want to do the moving or the changing. So when the time finally came, I found another couple coping mechanisms: one was pretty terrible, the other pretty fantastic.
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The Christmas Edition
So apparently the “holiday blues” are a thing. I was hopeful I could escape it. But since I got caught up anyways, I realized I needed someone to save me from this new kind of grief.