“Do you want to finish this tour tomorrow?” I asked Lori. My wife and I were wilting. As the weather forecaster would say, we had the three “h’s.” It was hazy, hot, and humid. And we had just walked through a good portion of the gardens at the Biltmore Estate in Ashville, North Carolina. Although …
The sun hadn’t been up long when Lori and I turned the corner and headed downhill, almost halfway through our morning walk. Just then we saw our friend, Abby, and her 21-month-old daughter, Adalyn. Momma was keeping a close watch on her little one as she enjoyed a walk of her own, across their front …
Smiling, I posed for a picture with my great-granddad. Actually, I’m was posing for a picture with a picture of my great-granddad. We were traveling from Altus, OK., to Lubbock, TX. Two dear, long-time family friends, Anne and Caitee Boxeur, had graciously agreed to help move my mom to a smaller unit in her retirement …
Five sat at the table, including me. The other four, including my mom, were residents in the retirement center’s assisted living section. It was Mom’s first meal in her new environment, having moved the day before from her independent living unit, where she and Dad had been before his death, to a much smaller room …
“Whatcha preaching on?” That’s how my dad would answer the phone for years when I would call him on Sunday mornings. We talked each day, early in the morning, just for a few moments. There is something about talking to Dad, whether it’s small talk, “just checking in,” or something more pressing, like “Is it …