In the night, grief-stricken, Joshua came. Not as he was, but glorified. He prayed for me, a heavenly language, a final blessing.

Tears fell, then warmth. A hug from beyond. My son's presence, a thin veil away. Gratitude from heaven.

My reflection, recounting the journey of ironing Joshua's burial clothes and the deep significance it held then, and what it means now.

This blog post sheds light on the urgent need to raise awareness about the haunting reality of child trafficking and exploitation.

Arizona, 2021. Josh's journey of hope, dreams, and unforeseen challenges.

Reflect with me on the passage of time: 1 year, 5 months since Josh's passing. Join me on a journey of grief, healing, and faith.

Time stretched out like an endless desert, each grain of sand a moment of despair. The horizon offered no hope...

How do we celebrate a loved one’s birthday after they are no longer here? Read on to learn of 8 ways that help us honor and remember them.

Wednesday December 14, 2022 Dear Josh, I feel so sad today. How do I celebrate without you here son? Your absence is especially felt...

My son as he penned these words did not know almost 7 years later, they would be chosen and spoken just feet away from his coffin...

A week ago was Thanksgiving. I didn't know how I would get through the first holiday of this season... but, I made it! I am making it...

Have you experienced a recent loss or in the past few years? Someone close? Someone you love deeply? Is it a grandparent or parent, your...

I can't believe it's been 9 months. I haven't written here since the start of summer. I did draft a post and have gone back to it since,...

There's a great divide between us now. One unexpected. Un-imagined. Undesired. Where I am you no longer are. Where you are I long to be.

"The End is Near..." I heard moments before closing his casket. This brought me comfort, peace and hope. And with that, I closed the casket.