The firsts are beyond hard. Here comes another one, Mother’s Day. What does Mother’s Day mean to a mom whose only child is dead? Am I still a mother? I won’t be getting any cards, well wishes, flowers, a big hug, kiss on the cheek or half-baked pancakes loaded with whip cream from my son […]
I hang on to everything I can find of Logan’s such as his pictures, his running shoes, his special shirts and his goal boards. As I go through his room, I find written treasures tucked away in a book or crumpled up deep in a drawer. Today, I came across one of the first pieces […]
I learned a lot of things from my son Logan who died in a truck crash last July. One thing I learned was his strong will to be extraordinary. School and sports did not come naturally to Logan. He had a learning disorder. The Children’s Hospital told me when he was three that they couldn’t […]
Eight months before Logan died in a truck crash, he wrote me a letter on my 54th birthday. He had no money to buy me a gift, but his words and the love behind them meant more than all the money in the world. For those of you who knew him, you will discover he […]
After my 19-year-old son Logan died in a truck crash over seven months ago, I had no idea what I was about to face with the life-long journey called grief. God’s love is there, somewhere.
I lost my 19-year-old son Logan to a car crash July 22, 2016. This story is a letter to Logan, telling him about his last hours. It was painful to write. In the pain, I get stronger so I can put one foot in front of the other in the journey called grief. Your last […]
Logan was a runner, logging thousands of miles in his shoes, enough miles to cross the U.S. at least a few times. He wore his shoes down to the bare threads before retiring them for a new pair with fresh treads. Logan was like a race car going through tires. He loved the freedom of […]