I just had Thanksgiving dinner for the second time in two days. You know the drill. Make enough food for an army and then make dessert like you didn’t eat anything all day. Then eat the same thing again for several days. With gravy and whipped cream. I LOVE Thanksgiving and Autumn and cinnamon and apples and pumpkin and yams and turkey with golden crispy skin and gravy and sweaters and chai tea and apple Leer más…
Have you ever heard the sound a creek makes rolling over rocks? How it bubbles up, tumbling and turning somersaults over them? Or the way puppies act when you come out the back door to greet them? How they jump and flop and wag their tails so hard they fall over? That’s all me. I’ve only just recently gotten to this place. I’ve been on a mourning trip and a grief journey and I’ve been Leer más…
I am a victim of identity theft. Perhaps you’ll say, “Close your account. Call the credit card company. Change your password.” I wish I could. I really wish my identity theft was an internet crime. Here’s the deal. When Brent died, he took a whole bunch of me with him. He didn’t mean to, dear man. He worked so hard to leave me in a good place if he should not get to live more Leer más…
I. Brent has been sick for six years. Six years. You would think his death would not take me by surprise, not leave me not breathing, not be abrupt. But it is all of these things. The road, the road we were on together went on and on, for 32 years, as far as the eye could see. Twists, of course. Hard climbs, exhilarating downhill sweeps. And then, one day, signs along the way that there might Leer más…
It’s a very good day in the Searway household today. Yes, the newlyweds are happy. Justin and Rosita, recently married, are happy setting up a home. They are sweet and happy and perfect. But today we’re not happy because of them. And yes, Emily is getting ready to move to the San Diego area. She wants to be closer to home and we approve of that. (Smile. Still smiling. Cheesy, sappy grin.) But today we’re Leer más…
When I last blogged I was staring in the face of a new diagnosis for Brent. I wrote, wisely, that June and July were enough. I did not want to glance farther into the future. And then I got quiet. I was quiet because we were experiencing things and thinking things that we did not want to share with the world. For a while we didn’t even want to say those things to each other. Leer más…
I’m in Oregon with the grown-daughter-with-a-grown-up-house-and-job. I am in awe of her. When I was her age (say it with that ancient voice of someone who is going to exaggerate how many miles she walked to and from school in the snow) I was married and not making decisions for myself by myself. My daughter inspires me. In between U-Haul pick-ups and moving boxes and trying out the new stove and finding the hangers underneath Leer más…
Hey Everyone, By now all of you should have received our newsletter telling of Brent’s latest news. If you did not, please go to Contact Us and sign up for our mailing list (either email or snail mail). In summary, Brent was diagnosed with a Grade 2 brain tumor in 2012. He was enveloped in love and prayers. In January of 2013 he had brain surgery and 90% of the tumor was removed (the tumor was found Leer más…
With our soon upcoming trip to the Arrayán community, we thought you’d enjoy a view of our favorite photos from our trip in 2013. We look forward to reuniting with Andrés and Linda, especially since their family has expanded since these photos were taken. In this photo reel you’ll see pictures of the rustic life in the mountains, the community there, and some of the dear people of the area. Can’t wait to post the photos Leer más…
He’s here! He’s here! ¡Ya nació! ¡Ya nació! Junior Nathaniel Salas, son of/hijo de Andres and Linda: 8 lbs 2 oz./ 3 k. 750 g.! Healthy and sano!