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Christmas Mourning
As I sit here gazing at the Christmas lights and Santas and listen to the trickle of rain outside, I both look forward to the coming chaotic days with our children and remember Christmases past with those who are no longer here. For many of us, especially those of us who have experienced a bit…
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Everyone’s Grandma Betty
Every once in awhile, God places angels right here among us. Grandma Betty, as she is affectionately known, was indeed an angel. I recently read a quote that said, “Your smile is your logo; your personality is your business card; how you leave others feeling after an experience with you becomes your trademark.” Betty shared…
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Dear Daddy…
It’s been 40 years; since I am 47, that’s practically a lifetime, but the pain is still there. It’s usually just beneath the surface, waiting for some random moment – a father and daughter dancing at her wedding, a little girl walking hand-in-hand with her father – to remind me of just what is missing…
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In Memory of Stephen
One year ago this week, my young nephew, Stephen, died. As we journey through this week, our thoughts go back to this last year, when amidst back-to-school preparations and our town’s annual Schweizer Fest, our family was planning a funeral for a 26 year old young man. The following is a story I wrote about…
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For My Father
On this Father’s Day, I cannot help but think of loss. My father, Rex Greenland, died suddenly of a heart attack at the age of 42; I was seven. Though I was young and have few memories of my dad, I have many memories of the day he died. The night before, my sister, Bobbi,…
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Something Different
My posts are typically about running or some other random idea that pops in my head and I feel compelled to write about. Today I want to do something different; something not so fun. I want to share a poem that I composed last fall. Oh, get up off the ground and quit laughing! I…
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