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Seeing Front Royal Through Dad’s Eyes
My father spent a day exploring Front Royal with me following the loss of his wife. Together, we visited community landmarks, met remarkable people, and discovered that the town’s greatest strength isn’t its places, but the relationships that connect them. Read More
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A Promise To Jean
After Jean passed, a phone call to Dad became the moment grief, family, and responsibility met. As loved ones began making calls and arrangements, the burden shifted toward caring for Dad through the first hard hours. Read More
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Prayers, Rain, And Family
A reflective family update about Jean’s hospice journey, a rare reunion with Dad and all the siblings, quiet moments of prayer and memory, and the love, laughter, grief, and gratitude found in taking one day at a time. Read More
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Prayers For Dad And Jean
A personal request for prayers as Jean’s Alzheimer’s journey reaches a difficult moment, reflecting on her love for Dad, the life they built together, and the family gathering around them with care, gratitude, and hope. Read More
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Working Alongside Her
Working through old entries has brought me back to my mother. Through her memoirs, I’m seeing a different side of her. One that doesn’t erase the past, but adds context, complexity, and a slow path toward understanding and forgiveness. Read More
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A Glimpse into My World: Volunteering, Learning, and More
There’s been a lot happening lately, from library projects to research and volunteer work. I’ve been helping out with community events, learning new things, and juggling various responsibilities. Despite feeling a bit overwhelmed, I’m managing to keep up and looking forward to sharing more of what’s been going on. Read More
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Death of Mother, Barbara Ellen Royston
I raced through the night to reach my mother, knowing time was running out, but she was gone before I arrived. In the aftermath, I pieced together her life, her wishes, and my own conflicted grief from a distance. Read More
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Mom Rushed to Hospital
I watch my mother fade from afar, caught between grief and a life finally improving. Each call tightens the knot of guilt and love, as I question my feelings, brace for loss, and hold onto what little connection remains. Read More
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Happy RezDay to me
Happy RezDay to me I remember on my 9th birthday, I stood in my kitchen looking out the window at the back yard. It wasn’t anything in particular that I was looking at, but more in deep thought to myself. Read More
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In the attic
In the attic In the attic, the ceiling and walls were painted blue. We had to bend over a lot walking around so we didn’t bump into the roof. There was an ornamental rug and a large sewing table on Read More