I lie awake in my bed in the early morning darkness. Devastated for a friend who lost her husband yesterday in a motorcycle accident, and for the little girls who no longer have their daddy. I gulp hard because I can’t imagine the loss, and yet I feel it with them. Can’t believe it. Don’t want to believe it. Did that really happen?


My oldest son snuggles close by my pillow, trying to understand what death means in questions and quiet while the others are still asleep. I don’t have any answers, but I hold him closer and kiss his head and thank God and cry too. For the woman who has just lost her best friend. For the journey she has going forward…with a loving community all around, but still painfully alone. I pray love and comfort and ramblings of hope in sadness. But there is still a giant hole where one life gone will be forever missed.


One photo a week of our family throughout the year. 14/52

Life is but a breath, and one not guaranteed. Today is the day we have to give thanks, to give love, and we should. Generously. Recognize that the day before us is a gift, no matter how hard it is, and the ones we love cannot be replaced.  The opportunity to cherish can be gone in a blink, and all that is left is memories. Things. No beating heart to hold close. Take time to pause. Hug tight. Breathe in deep the gift of the present. Don’t confuse what is important with what is urgent.


To R and family: We hurt with you. Pray for you. And are here if you need anything that we can give. We send our love.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”  Matt. 11:28



Easter Weekend Highlights
April 24, 2014
Driving Conversations
June 8, 2015
August 10, 2015
  • Reply
    Anita Ojeda
    April 7, 2014 at 9:40 pm

    Oh, I’m so sorry for your loss and for her loss. Thank you for the reminder that we should never confuse what is important with what is urgent. Making others feel loved and loving others well is urgent. It’s the eleventh commandment.

  • Reply
    April 7, 2014 at 11:55 pm

    I’m so sorry to hear this news. I understand her loss as only widows can, even though I had some time to prepare for Bill’s passing. The kids and I are going over to Lincoln City this weekend to spend alone time together and remember the special man Bill was. The 14th will mark one year since he went on to heaven and we all began a new journey called grief. It has been one of highs and lows – definitely lived one day at a time. Your friend will need support now, but even more so, many months for now. Knowing you, she will have it…

  • Reply
    Lorie Britton
    April 8, 2014 at 1:08 am

    Emily, You are remarkable the soothing way you put (all our ) thoughts & empathy into words. I share thanks with Anita that you remind us not to confuse what is important with what is urgent.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *