This is the end of our fifth year without Hans. I don't feel as though I have anything profound to offer. Just the desperation I feel...

Real stories are so much more interesting than novels. Maybe that’s why we love to follow the lives of the famous, or people’s blogs....

I have not posted in over a year for reasons explained at the end. As we approach the fourth anniversary of Hans’s death we are not...

Trigger Warning: You will find no snowflakes or unicorns, no proverbial smiley faces, and only one rainbow below. There are no...

Sometimes I am brave enough to listen to the radio in the car when driving alone; not often, but occasionally. When I do, I turn the...

Every day is exactly the same How many of you know the song by Nine Inch Nails, “Every Day is Exactly the Same”? I hum it regularly....

Commissioning Week at the Naval Academy has ended and not once would Zatha visit Hans’s grave with us. She finds it a too-painful-to-bear...

Mine and Eric’s families know that I’m terrible about remembering birthdays. They also know, as I’ve told Zatha and Hans on many days of...

Even before Hans arrived at the Shock Trauma Center just over a month ago I knew it was bad. Hans had left Assateague State Park bound...

Like our good friend Jennifer Ball said about Hans’s visitation service and funeral, “It was marvelous and horrible, joyful and...

For those of you who grieve and have grieved, worry and have worried, you are familiar with those times when you are alone or are awake...

Dearest All, We all, and especially Eric, Zatha, and I, are so uplifted by the incredible love, prayers, thoughts, photos, phone calls,...