The stories continue to roll in, one upon another, horrific and sad, each one touching another life and then another in a spider web of pain. From the children and counselors at Camp Mystic to residents in the area, the Guadalupe River swallowed lives. And, of course, people ask, “Why?” How did this tragedy happen? …
I hope they have name tags,” I whispered to Lori as we walked to the venue for my 50th high school reunion. My class of 1975 had 330 students, so I stood a good chance of not remembering a name or two. Or three. But perhaps the greatest challenge was remembering who I was. We …
The black-and-white picture of the B-24 on the front of the faded postcard caught my attention. I flipped it over to find my dad’s barely legible handwriting, smeared as it was by a browned water stain, postmarked on December 12, 1944, from San Marcos Army Air Field, San Marcos, TX. “Dear Folks,” it began (“Folks” …
I wondered if the water was cold as I watched their Pastor, Dr. John Ditty, steady them, their clothes clinging to their bodies, as they found their footing out of the water after their river baptism. We were there with other family members to see our son, David Jr., and his wife, Kayla, being baptized. …
“What’s that over there?” Lori asked. We were rummaging through all the stuff you have to rummage through for a garage sale. In a corner, sagging under the weight of outdated CDs and old magazines, a box was hiding. “House plans,” I answered when Lori asked what was in it. “House plans? From where?” She …