Sometimes I need to listen to music to let me release my emotions around grief. I think music can be so healing and powerful. I’ve created this playlist for anyone who needs it. Let me know what songs you might add to this! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4ZJUJkljsy8XbUVeONtJkF?si=CBM2eEtgTlG-6IE9Q1S5nA&pi=t9mnw1KpTeKNc

One year ago today, I sat with my brother as his soul entered paradise. When he was buried, a bald eagle was seen soaring up above. Ever since, when I see an eagle, I think of Pat. Eagles culturally are seen as symbols of courage and freedom. Pat was incredibly bold the way he lived … Continue reading The one year anniversary since Pat died

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

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

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

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

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