The hidden present

As I sit here and write, I hear boys, Jacob and friends,¬†downstairs laughing and sharing stories. My middle daughter, Samantha¬†is in the TV room watching a movie with her two good friends. Sydney Ann, our oldest is at her college home. I sit in the piano room looking out the window. I feel soo alone….

The Last Gift

The past few days have been extremely difficult. I find myself talking to Travis. I kiss his urn every morning and throughout the day. I hold the urn and weep and share my thoughts and ask him questions. One would think Im going nuts- holding my dead husbands urn. The silver lined urn is slowly…