A heartbeat. A breath. That’s the line. And as fine as it is, most of us never realize how close we walk it. Tonight, my grandfather performs a high-wire act from a hospice bed, precariously teetering over the Great Beyond like a lunatic daredevil. It’s a dance, almost, a back-and-forth between here and eternity, and… Continue reading What the Heart Hopes For
I had a curriculum meeting at Ella’s school tonight, so I stopped in at MawMaw and Pop’s in the middle of the afternoon. Pop was lying in bed, sleeping, and MawMaw was visiting with my cousin Chasity. Pop looked better, but only because he had his glasses on and his teeth in; apparently, he woke… Continue reading A Heart So Big
My brother wrote a blog today about my grandfather, entitled, When the Journey’s Over. Inspired by Pop’s rather precipitous decline, it fanned into flame something that’s been lingering since Saturday. Then, when I talked to my wife on the phone this evening, she said something that turned that flame into a forest fire. “You know,”… Continue reading But What Will I Do When He’s Gone?
A few weeks ago I wrote about SFC Mark Allen and his wife, Shannon, and their daughter, Journey, for Veteran’s Day. I went to high school with Shannon and go to church with her grandparents, so Mark’s story of recovery has struck close to home. I wrote the piece hoping to honor the family, and… Continue reading A Day in the Life of a Wounded Soldier’s Wife