Slowly but steadily I’m navigating through all the million little details of the cleanup from the last four years.  I feel like me and those poor folks in New Orleans have something in common – a slow, painful, and laborious cleanup.  But, progress every day is my goal, even if just a little.   And I’m making it.  Fortunately, my feet are a little more stable now and I feel stronger every day.  Thankfully, the space I can wander around in without hitting a tender spot is getting bigger. Continue reading Progress Every Day →

I’ve been sitting on this post for a week for fear that I’ll offend many people.  Odd, considering that’s never really been something I’ve valued before.  But for whatever reason, that’s been on my mind.  I feel it’s important that everyone work through grief the best they can in their own way.  I don’t want to judge or even guide.  For this post, however, my views expressed may come across as judgmental or, more likely, minimizing.  It’s certainly not meant that way.  Hopefully, this post will serve as simply a glance through the window into the life and mind of a humble widower who loved his wife more than words can say. Continue reading Maggie’s Angel Day →

It’s been a very long 364 day journey to get here.  The many battles have tested my determination, my faith, and my will to live in ways I never could have imagined.  My legs and heart are tired from the tribulations but my mind, I feel, has grown stronger, sharper but at such a huge cost.  Still, I carry forward, undeterred by the suffering and heartbreak I’ve seen, refusing to entertain thoughts of failure.  The journey forced on me must be completed. Continue reading Slaying Dragons →