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.
If Cassie Could Sing
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)_/¯
If Cassie Could Sing
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.
Words Like Trees
Valentine’s Day
On the day dedicated to romance, I thought I’d share a few of my thoughts on the subject.
If Cassie Could Sing
If it’s the Beaches
Dogs are awesome. The beaches are too. So here’s a story that involves the pope, a tiny adventure, beaches, dogs, heaven, and the love of my late wife.
If Cassie Could Sing
Tiny Trees
The things we can measure (size for example) don’t determine value. Life is about being the best version of yourself wherever you are planted. That’s true for trees. That’s also true for people.
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.
If Cassie Could Sing
Hot Rod
One of the hardest parts of loss is seeing things finish without the person you started them with. But that shouldn’t mean despair for us. The fact that godly plans do eventually pan out should only give us hope moving forward. A certain friend’s wedding reminded me how.
If Cassie Could Sing
Rituals and Routines, Pt 2
Cass would say over and over in so many ways, “People need structure!” “People need routine!” I’m trying hard to carry this bit of wisdom into my first year without her. And in more ways than one, it might be the most healing thing I’ve done.