Graduation 2015
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This was to be Zach's graduating year. This has affected me in a way I wasn’t quite expecting, like walking headlong into a biting head wind. There is always that part of me that wants to deny the intensity of my sadness and calm it into submission, but it’s wild and fierce and horribly unpredictable—and, well that’s just the way it is. Grief cannot be tamed and the kindest thing I can do for myself is to just let it roll in. To resist it is like trying to fight against a


An excerpt from chapter five of In the Cleft Joy Comes In the Mourning
A Sample from Chapter five Note: This post article is also posted in the gospel blog by FEBC Tear Soup “Grandy’s arms ached and she felt stone cold and empty. There were no words that could describe the pain she was feeling. What’s more, when she looked out the window it surprised her to see how the rest of the world was going on as usual while her world had stopped.” --Tear Soup by Pat Schwiebert and Chuck Deklyen I watched Zach tinker with his Legos, oblivious, for the mom


Anniversaries can be so hard
As May 2nd approaches, many feelings compete in my heart. I love spring, yet the ache in my heart is more intense this time of year than any other. It is hard to believe it has been four years since Zach died, yet the pain is as fresh as it was four years ago. It is not as debilitating, but it is still so sore. As I was running in Peterson Creek a few days ago, the sun came out just after a fresh rain. Droplets of water on the branches, fresh Saskatoon tree blossoms and
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