He always just held my hand - the gift of being present

The first time I met him, he held my hand.  During one of my darkest nights, when my Dad died, he held my hand.  The last time I saw him, he simply held my hand.  The gift of being fully present is one he freely gave me.

When was the last time...

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Simply Peace

It was 12 years ago today that I was happily driving home from picking up some supplies for my brother's birthday when another vehicle hit me.  I was just a few weeks pregnant with my firstborn Evan.  The young man who hit me was drunk, very very drunk.  And in the blink of an eye...

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