So why share his story? Because every soldier has a name, every name has a story, and every story matters. My hope is to remind us of the sacrifices made for our freedom, and the importance of caring for our veterans long after the battles end. My grandfather was 78 years old when he died, 45 years after Iwo Jima, but the war never truly left him.

I used to live recklessly. I drank, smoked pot, was very promiscuous, drank more, smoked more pot, and so on. There were times I would wake up the next day and not remember how I got home until I looked out the door and saw my car parked outside and realized I drove home drunk and/or stoned again. If I went out, I had only one purpose, and that was to get wasted. 

As I’m getting ready to drop off my second child at college, I started to reflect on my college career, and man, did I have a lot of fun. You really have to work hard to earn a 1.2 GPA, which I did my freshman year. Okay, not really “work hard” at all… but let’s just say, I had a lot of fun. On a serious (and sometimes funny) note, here are the life lessons I passed on to my kids:

And that, friends, is just the first half of my year. Doug almost dies. I’m without a job. I almost died. So yeah, trying to be healthy? Nearly killed us. (Kidding... kind of.)

Here's a warning that's not fun to hear, but I promise, I'm saying it to help. There's a landmine sitting in many relationships that can't be ignored. It won't go away unless you talk about it. Even if it's painful, even if the conversations seem to drive a bigger wedge between you. 

In a short month, Belle will be the same age I was when I lost my virginity. I’m scared shitless. I want so much more for her. I want her to be better than me, value herself better than I did, and, above all, know she is loved not only by me but by God.

 “No.” With that one word, my world falls apart. I start crying, uncontrollable sobs, barely able to catch my breath kind of crying. What the hell is happening to me? I went from feeling nothing to feeling complete miserable in one second. I want to go back to feeling nothing. The misery is too hard to bear. Then I hear snippets of the doctor’s and my husband’s conversation.  Come on now that’s funny, or cringe worthy. Probably both, and both are true at least for me

Did you hear the one about the whore who became a pastor? Come on now that’s funny, or cringe worthy. Probably both, and both are true at least for me

How do you eulogize a man who wasn’t really a part of your life?