Author: aglader
War by Patrick Tomlin
The punishment of war, Is the flesh we are bound by, Pierced with, blades of hell, The mind reeks of death and destruction While its soul cries in anguish. When the red of life drains from within, Pain of earth is lost again. A tortured thought for eternity, Relives itself, always to be there Unfortunately, … Continue reading War by Patrick Tomlin
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The One by Patrick Tomlin
Two lives to live One soul to give Many hearts too broken Blood shed Life Redeemed Hope not dead Christ's love won Evil's plan gone Painful pleas of peace That will not cease The light inside will not grow But in time our spirits will know Of who will deliver us From the one who … Continue reading The One by Patrick Tomlin
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Child of Mine by Patrick Tomlin
A child A blessing from me In all its incomplete innocence Cries for the world When it has no choice but to enter it. Still cherished by imperfect beings Not surprised to grow up by ordinary means Someday hoping to fulfill Their own field of dreams But I am there for you Every minute of … Continue reading Child of Mine by Patrick Tomlin
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Pat’s Writing
My parents recently found writings and poetry that my brother Pat had done in high school. I want to post one everyday for a while because I find them so encouraging and profound. Pat was fourteen and about to enter high school the next fall when John was murdered. I think these writings are evidence … Continue reading Pat’s Writing
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Blessed are those who enter in
An extended family member of mine recently went through the death of her second child. I've often felt connected to her because of the grief in my own life and since my brother died just one month before her son, I frequently check in on her facebook account to see what she's posting about grief. … Continue reading Blessed are those who enter in
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Podcast, writing a book and last letters from Pat
The last post about my brother's truck, is the only post I've written since my 40 year old brother went to join my other brother and my son in heaven, nearing five months ago now. He died the day after my birthday, on a freezing cold day in Wisconsin. It was a heartbreaking five and … Continue reading Podcast, writing a book and last letters from Pat
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Your Truck
I remember fighting with Pat over who would sit where when you drove us around in your "new" truck; new being a fourteen year old rusted out Chevy pickup that broke down so much it became a running joke. We would bump and bounce on those old springy seats. You would try to see how … Continue reading Your Truck
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25 years since…
It's hard to believe it's been 25 years since I've seen your smile. 25 years since your truck rumbled up our street signaling you were home. 25 years since I told you I loved you. 25 years since my innocence about the world was shattered. Now, 25 years later, I look at my eleven-year-old daughter, … Continue reading 25 years since…
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God didn’t give me the miracle…
God didn't give me the miracle I prayed for, but He gave me multiple hands that prepared dozens of warm meals for my family. God didn't give me the miracle I prayed for, but He gave me a hot shower and comfy bed for my grief worn body to lie in. God didn't give me … Continue reading God didn’t give me the miracle…
Ashley Glader 