I ended my last blog post with these words:

Thank You, Jesus, for the hope of a life hereafter.

A few nights ago (the night my Uncle Wes died), in between what felt like endless wakings with my baby, I went out to the kitchen around 1am and turned on the computer and wrote most of the following words. I had been going to post it on the end of my last blog post, but it got so long, and I wanted Uncle Wes to have his own post anyway.

Just think of this as Part Two. 🙂

Here's a link to that previous post if you missed it: Until We Meet Again.

(When my dad heard that I had done what he wanted to do--stay up late writing a tribute to Uncle Wes--because my baby kept getting up anyway, he said he guessed he'd better borrow Emmett for a night. Then he wondered if I had a Rent-a-Grandson program in the works. 🙂 I have a very funny dad!)

But back to the topic at hand . . . thinking of heaven in regards to Uncle Wes got me thinking about heaven in regards to those who have gone before him, and I must say, the older I get the more heaven feels like it carries a tinge of familiarity with it. After all, I know some of the faces there. I know their names. And it makes the thought of heaven a little more real. ...continue reading →

This is my Uncle Wes.

He’s been a fixture in my life for as long as I can remember. Until a couple days ago, that is. Uncle Wes died this week, and I'd like to remember and honor him with a blog post. (I'd love if you would share your memories of him as well in the comments!) ...continue reading →