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There’s one memory of my dad that sticks out more than any other. My dad was a hunter. He loved it so much that he took every chance he could ge...
I wanted to wait to write and post this blog. Originally, I was going to sit down and write down my thoughts on grief closer to a sentimental day. In ...
I stand in the same hotel conference room I stood in with my parents 17 months ago. Last year, I had my mom standing to my left in worship, and my dad...
Nothing could have prepared me for those words. It didn’t seem real. Thoughts ran through my mind instantly as I fell over from the shock of it ...
