Tag: love

Nine Years and Two Days

Today, October 1st, marks 34 years since my brother Steve died from a drug overdose. October 1, 1992. I was 24. He was 33. Just two days ago was the 43rd anniversary of my brother David’s death. Nine years and two days apart. It’s strange how time heals these wounds. Every year, those two dates come back to back, and…

Why I Say What I Mean (and Mean What I Say)

This Tuesday, September 29th marks 43 years since my brother David died from a self inflicted gunshot wound. September 29, 1983. I was fifteen. Suicide affects the living family members forever. The pain and questions dull over the years, but the scar leaves a mark for all eternity. That anniversary, plus a rough week, has me thinking about why I…

Fairytale Wedding

The last 4 months has flown by. I was busy planning a wedding and rolling out a new client. Good news– I got a promotion at work. SO exciting. Accepted just over a week ago and it was announced last week. God has been so good to me. When I look back at how far I have come in the…