Today Malcolm would have been 29. Actually yesterday, as it is now 1:00am. I was just re-reading some of my posts and looking for words of hope … hope in something, hope in something more than nothing, hope in the future or just the now. Then I think of my son, James, and I think of Flint Creek, and I think of my wonderful, crazy family celebrating at the Bulldog just a few hours ago, and I smile. Tonight, that’s enough.
- “It’s Just Not Fair” now on Amazon ebooks
- “Traces of Hope: Surviving grief and loss.” Available on Amazon.com
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- What Kind of God?
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