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You Don’t Owe Me Anything
It struck me as I came home this weekend after a few labor-intensive weeks: I’m not looking forward to resting. It’s gonna hurt.
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Wrapped in a Love Story
It’s a privilege to walk the last mile with someone. It’s an even greater privilege to walk through this last phase of life with a parent. And yet. There’s no roadmap. The weather is uncertain. The terrain changes constantly, often several times a day. These are the best and worst of times. And the most…
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Love, know, serve
The year was 1969. That’s actually a few years before I was born, but growing up as the youngest of five siblings I was blessed with a head full of utterly useless music information from years gone by. His name was Bobby Vinton… and the song was….? You don’t know? I’ll give you a hint.…
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Coming Home
We had been in and out of hospitals for 6 months, and Adrian had been through countless exams and several surgeries. We were used to the long days and the even longer nights at the hospital. It was like being trapped in a bubble; the world outside hardly existed. We had finally regained some kind…