I wrote this blog last night, Tuesday April 27. For some reason I didn't feel I should post it last night...
God is a good God. I've heard it over and over and everytime I've replied either "Yes He is" or "All the time" sometimes a simple "Amen". But each time I've believed it.
So what does He have to do with facebook...
Well, I am a stay at home mom, some days it seems that I am not at home as much as I my title implies I should be. But, you know I do what I've got to do.... okay I really do what I like to do, which I believe is what I am suppose to be doing at the time. Don't get me wrong there are those days that I am doing things that I don't like or want to do, but I do them and when I do them with a glad heart I always enjoy myself.
I honestly believe God is touching my life by using facebook. No I am not talking about the bounty of Farmville.... I am talking about the doors that have opened to people who I haven't talked to in too long, or some doors to people I remember and I knew but I know them on a new level, and have a new relationship with them now because of facebook.
Seriously, there is a one person that was in high school with me. I knew her, but never really knew her. Now, I know her, I know her heart, her concerns, what she loves... and it is such a blessing.
Then there is a person who lives far away, who I honestly have always cared about but didn't know very well.... how do I care about them but not know them? We are related...okay--- I have gotten to know this person and have laughed so much; if you do not know me, I LOVE to laugh... I love to make you laugh, laughter is so energizing...it brings such a sense of revival within me.
Today, I get a message from someone I have wondered about for years (from my high school years)...' do you remember?' they ask, why of course I remember. . . and what a skip in my step it brought. I am anxious to get to know them again...
This doesn't even touch on those who are believers, and hear from the Lord and then post what they feel God is telling/teaching them.... how amazing is that? To be able to hear and see what God is showing others all around the world, well okay it's country for now. But, I see God taking these people out into the world...
I get to talk to my family whether near or far. New friends, dear friends, past friends, they all become present friends. And I do NOT take any of them lightly... I do NOT throw the word "friend" around without merit or weight. Sure, I have my "go to" friends the ones I can email pictures of shoes to when I need help deciding... Or call to cry with, but then they are the same friend I will call and rejoice with... I have friends who I can share and learn things about our Lord; I have others that I can share my Lord with. (This is me, the person who was so lonely... missing that 'friend' who got me, and even if she didn't get me at the moment she had my back....)
I look at my life, and see a fields of beautiful flowers, blowing gently in the wind... I stand and feel the wind blow through my hair, I close my eyes and smell the beauty of it all... in wonderment of all that God has blessed me with. And best of all, I see with my spirit what more God has for me... it's there and as long as I keep my eyes on Him; FIXED on Him, there is no limit to what He has for me...
Okay.... remember what I said? "There is no limit for what He has for me..." Wow what a declaration...and how did He prove that to me today, Wednesday April 28 at 11 pm. A must read is my blog "Debbie!?! (From Across the Street)
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Debbie!?! (From Across the Street)
Words can not begin to explain what I am feeling tonight.
In a split second your life can change or you can feel like it has changed.
I feel that I have lost alot in my life.... alot of love has been taken from me but tonight I am reminded that when something is taken from you (stolen) God will return it to you and when God does something for you He gives you more than was taken.
I think of my Dad everyday, somedays it brings a smile, others saddness. I miss him, I miss that person, I miss what I had with him and I miss what I didn't get to have with him. I ache when I look at my children and I think of what he has missed... my heartbreaks for him.
And while I know people who have lost loved ones... (parents who lost children, siblings who lost brothers and sisters) no one person truly knows how you feel or how much it hurts. My own brother doesn't share the loss or grief that I do. My Mom does but only in the past few years has she shown that to me.
Of course the Lord knows... He feels it but there is one other person on this earth who I KNOW, KNOWS what I feel and the bond that we share has kept her alive in my heart since the beginning of our relationship.
Little did we know that we would have so much in common... our parents knew each other from their youth, our bedroom windows faced each other, man, we even shared the same name....our birthdays were within weeks of each other... did we know at such a young age that we were destined to meet? You know what? Yes, I think we did... maybe not to the degree we do now but we knew. I don't think our parents knew. [Or they wouldn't have told the school to not let us be in the same kindergarten class--broke my heart--I was so scared to not be in class with Debbie. (Just kidding Moms)... it was probably best or we wouldn't have learned a thing.]
But that fateful year 1973 we became so much more than childhood friends... and God knew in 1965 or before that we would need each other.
You see Debbie was the friend who lost her mom the summer of 73, it was Debbie's window I looked at and I wept for my friend who lost her Mommy....I remember lifting my shade and pulling it back down. Thinking it just didn't seem fair, didn't seem real, how could it be.
Then 2 months later Debbie had to see me through my most difficult time when she heard the word that my Daddy died.... how do you wrap your mind around that at 8 yrs old? You see God knew we would need each other, we being children could get each other through it.
A few years later her dad remarried, I tried to be happy for her, I think I seemed happy for her (sorry Debbie if I didn't fake it well enough). But, I was sad because that also meant they would be moving on with a new part of their life and there just may not be room for us.
Remember, not only did Debbie and I lose a parent, our other parent lost their loves, our siblings who were younger lost a parent... we were tied together and after losing someone the last thing I wanted to do was lose someone else.
I am guessing here but, I can imagine that we spent time together and felt an ease because we didn't have to talk about our pain, we already knew what the other was going through.
Time went by and we spent time together when we could. Eventually, the time was less and then we lost touch.
Not a week goes by that I didn't think of Debbie (& Mindy). Wondering where she was, wondering if we saw each other again if there would be an awkwardness; would I be the only one who still cared?
I have been making declarations.... saying a prayer with my family.
I have been believing God for things:
I walk in Your timing.
My emotions are sound and stable.
I speak peace into my life, relationships...
Everything that is misaligned I command to come into divine alignment in my life.
I command everything to be released in Jesus' name.
I am living my most blessed and best days now.
Yesterday, I get a message from a friend that I knew back in high school. I thought, wow how great is this! Lovin' this facebook. I get to talk to my cousin who makes me laugh everytime we talk, now this friend 'finds' me. I am blessed, thank you God.
Today, after spending the day busy... I hadn't had a chance to get on my laptop so I pick up my phone to check my emails...
I saw a name... I looked again, and I instantly began to cry. My poor kids and husband didn't know what was going on.
They'd heard the story, of my best friend, Debbie... so when I got the words out Debbie found me, she's on facebook my heart began to beat so hard, my hands were shaking I couldn't believe it... I couldn't think clearly. My dear, cherished friend who had become almost like a dream to me because I only saw her in my mind and wasn't sure if I'd ever see her face to face again. And here she was... we 'talked' as you do on facebook. While we did a piece of my heart was healed, a part was put back with her coming back into my life. A love was given back to me... stronger than ever, deeper than I ever imagined, a bond was broken because of time and space and it was restored.
You may not understand how 2 little girls could hurt so much and miss each other so much for so many years, but Debbie and I understand and that's what makes us love each other so much....
Don't tell me God doesn't hear our cries... don't tell me there aren't miracles and never wonder how or who He will use-Thank you God, thank you so much for this amazing gift you have given back to me...
In a split second your life can change or you can feel like it has changed.
I feel that I have lost alot in my life.... alot of love has been taken from me but tonight I am reminded that when something is taken from you (stolen) God will return it to you and when God does something for you He gives you more than was taken.
I think of my Dad everyday, somedays it brings a smile, others saddness. I miss him, I miss that person, I miss what I had with him and I miss what I didn't get to have with him. I ache when I look at my children and I think of what he has missed... my heartbreaks for him.
And while I know people who have lost loved ones... (parents who lost children, siblings who lost brothers and sisters) no one person truly knows how you feel or how much it hurts. My own brother doesn't share the loss or grief that I do. My Mom does but only in the past few years has she shown that to me.
Of course the Lord knows... He feels it but there is one other person on this earth who I KNOW, KNOWS what I feel and the bond that we share has kept her alive in my heart since the beginning of our relationship.
Little did we know that we would have so much in common... our parents knew each other from their youth, our bedroom windows faced each other, man, we even shared the same name....our birthdays were within weeks of each other... did we know at such a young age that we were destined to meet? You know what? Yes, I think we did... maybe not to the degree we do now but we knew. I don't think our parents knew. [Or they wouldn't have told the school to not let us be in the same kindergarten class--broke my heart--I was so scared to not be in class with Debbie. (Just kidding Moms)... it was probably best or we wouldn't have learned a thing.]
But that fateful year 1973 we became so much more than childhood friends... and God knew in 1965 or before that we would need each other.
You see Debbie was the friend who lost her mom the summer of 73, it was Debbie's window I looked at and I wept for my friend who lost her Mommy....I remember lifting my shade and pulling it back down. Thinking it just didn't seem fair, didn't seem real, how could it be.
Then 2 months later Debbie had to see me through my most difficult time when she heard the word that my Daddy died.... how do you wrap your mind around that at 8 yrs old? You see God knew we would need each other, we being children could get each other through it.
A few years later her dad remarried, I tried to be happy for her, I think I seemed happy for her (sorry Debbie if I didn't fake it well enough). But, I was sad because that also meant they would be moving on with a new part of their life and there just may not be room for us.
Remember, not only did Debbie and I lose a parent, our other parent lost their loves, our siblings who were younger lost a parent... we were tied together and after losing someone the last thing I wanted to do was lose someone else.
I am guessing here but, I can imagine that we spent time together and felt an ease because we didn't have to talk about our pain, we already knew what the other was going through.
Time went by and we spent time together when we could. Eventually, the time was less and then we lost touch.
Not a week goes by that I didn't think of Debbie (& Mindy). Wondering where she was, wondering if we saw each other again if there would be an awkwardness; would I be the only one who still cared?
I have been making declarations.... saying a prayer with my family.
I have been believing God for things:
I walk in Your timing.
My emotions are sound and stable.
I speak peace into my life, relationships...
Everything that is misaligned I command to come into divine alignment in my life.
I command everything to be released in Jesus' name.
I am living my most blessed and best days now.
Yesterday, I get a message from a friend that I knew back in high school. I thought, wow how great is this! Lovin' this facebook. I get to talk to my cousin who makes me laugh everytime we talk, now this friend 'finds' me. I am blessed, thank you God.
Today, after spending the day busy... I hadn't had a chance to get on my laptop so I pick up my phone to check my emails...
I saw a name... I looked again, and I instantly began to cry. My poor kids and husband didn't know what was going on.
They'd heard the story, of my best friend, Debbie... so when I got the words out Debbie found me, she's on facebook my heart began to beat so hard, my hands were shaking I couldn't believe it... I couldn't think clearly. My dear, cherished friend who had become almost like a dream to me because I only saw her in my mind and wasn't sure if I'd ever see her face to face again. And here she was... we 'talked' as you do on facebook. While we did a piece of my heart was healed, a part was put back with her coming back into my life. A love was given back to me... stronger than ever, deeper than I ever imagined, a bond was broken because of time and space and it was restored.
You may not understand how 2 little girls could hurt so much and miss each other so much for so many years, but Debbie and I understand and that's what makes us love each other so much....
Don't tell me God doesn't hear our cries... don't tell me there aren't miracles and never wonder how or who He will use-Thank you God, thank you so much for this amazing gift you have given back to me...
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Seeds
I heard Wendy Treat speak recently--- write down your seed thoughts she said... don't dismiss those little thoughts that come into your mind... acknowledge them. Don't wait because if we wait, then later we may not remember them...
Oh how true is that? How many times do things come into my head and I think oh I won't forget that and then when I have time to sit down and write it down I forget it...
So, I've been trying to remember to do just that. When I feel something come to my mind I try to write it down, make note of it somewhere. That reminds me, get a bigger purse so I can keep my small notebook in my purse to write things down...okay back on track : - ).
As I hear things or say them... if I forget them does that mean it wasn't God.
I don't believe so.
One time I remember feeling this overwhelming desire to write a letter to a woman I respected very much. I wrote what I was feeling or hearing, to this day I only recall parts of it. I mailed the letter, sometime later she saw me and told me that she received it and it was something she'd been praying about.
Sometimes the seeds are thoughts of something bigger that God may have for someone else, but wants to deliver it through us. Sometimes they are seeds that take longer to grow and may not even make sense or apply to our lives until a later time or situation.
If I am seeking God, and if I am reading the word more and studying it more it seems to only make sense that God is going to drop more seeds in my mind because it has become a ready plowed land... ironically the seed will grow better with fertilizer... of course I don't mean literal manure, or do I?
When a farmer/gardener does fertilize their crops or seeds what grows? Manure? No, the seed and it grows stronger, bigger and the flower is vibrant and beautiful. I am not saying that we should allow ourselves to go places that we know we shouldn't be, or participate in 'crap' that we know we shouldn't. What I am saying is that when the seed is planted and it has fertilizer thrown on it; it has a better chance of growing stronger.... bigger.... brighter.
How much clearer can we see a picture when it is contrasted?
(You know like when someone prints a photo in black and white but highlights part of it in color, you are automatically looking at the color.)
How much sweeter is the smell of something after you smell the stench of something bad?
So, the next time you feel you are surrounded by the fertilizer of life.... possibly God is using that situation to help the seed of something to grow.... keep your Eyes on Jesus.
Oh how true is that? How many times do things come into my head and I think oh I won't forget that and then when I have time to sit down and write it down I forget it...
So, I've been trying to remember to do just that. When I feel something come to my mind I try to write it down, make note of it somewhere. That reminds me, get a bigger purse so I can keep my small notebook in my purse to write things down...okay back on track : - ).
As I hear things or say them... if I forget them does that mean it wasn't God.
I don't believe so.
One time I remember feeling this overwhelming desire to write a letter to a woman I respected very much. I wrote what I was feeling or hearing, to this day I only recall parts of it. I mailed the letter, sometime later she saw me and told me that she received it and it was something she'd been praying about.
Sometimes the seeds are thoughts of something bigger that God may have for someone else, but wants to deliver it through us. Sometimes they are seeds that take longer to grow and may not even make sense or apply to our lives until a later time or situation.
If I am seeking God, and if I am reading the word more and studying it more it seems to only make sense that God is going to drop more seeds in my mind because it has become a ready plowed land... ironically the seed will grow better with fertilizer... of course I don't mean literal manure, or do I?
When a farmer/gardener does fertilize their crops or seeds what grows? Manure? No, the seed and it grows stronger, bigger and the flower is vibrant and beautiful. I am not saying that we should allow ourselves to go places that we know we shouldn't be, or participate in 'crap' that we know we shouldn't. What I am saying is that when the seed is planted and it has fertilizer thrown on it; it has a better chance of growing stronger.... bigger.... brighter.
How much clearer can we see a picture when it is contrasted?
(You know like when someone prints a photo in black and white but highlights part of it in color, you are automatically looking at the color.)
How much sweeter is the smell of something after you smell the stench of something bad?
So, the next time you feel you are surrounded by the fertilizer of life.... possibly God is using that situation to help the seed of something to grow.... keep your Eyes on Jesus.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Our world of DVRing
Tonight my boys went to my brothers house to play with their cousins. So, it was Shae-Lyn, Gerald and I.... all the way home she chatted up a storm. Non-stop, it was so cute. For the first time in a long time Gerald was in a chatty mood and he couldn't get a word in edge wise, it was so fun (I hadn't felt well earlier in the day).
She's an amazing young lady, she is small, petitie for her age. So, when I see her I see my little girl; when I look at her I see a young lady in the making.
She wants so much to be a help to people, but she gets so emotionally involved that she typically gets too worked up. And when she tells the story of the events unfolding it is quite humorous.
She loves animals... such a tender heart toward them and would take in a stray animal and as I found out last year a stray person. Last summer she was playing with some girls when I called her in for dinner she asked if they could stay, of course as a mom I said well they should probably go home; as it turned out their mom was gone and they were locked out of the house. Her oldest brother was appalled that she's invited 3 extra for dinner but I reminded him that we were examples of Christ and she was definitely walking out the love that Christ would have for those children.
Even as scared as she was of cats after she'd been attacked by her cat she would not hear of putting our outside cat back "outside" when we moved and she (Momma Kitty) had decided to become an indoor cat. Shae would hide and run from her... but when I offered to find her a new home she worried about who would care for her and how... and said no I want to make sure she is taken care of. She is no longer afraid of Momma Kitty and they are 2 peas in a pod...
Tonight as we spent time together, which wasn't all fun when we had to have 'another' heart to heart about her room and the organization of it... but we got all that done and then sat down and watched a chick flick, which I have to say is one of my most favorite parts of having a daughter. Getting to sit down under a blanket, our favorite drinks, and a good movie or show.
As we finished our movie and we began watching something that we'd DVR'd... during a commerical I said, "You can fast forward it". She looked at me and said, "I know but I like the commericals because we get to talk and I love talking with you Mom."
I am not sure that I will fast forward anymore while I am watching TV with my children....
I certainly don't want to fast forward through life with my children.... slow down and enjoy life moments with them....
She's an amazing young lady, she is small, petitie for her age. So, when I see her I see my little girl; when I look at her I see a young lady in the making.
She wants so much to be a help to people, but she gets so emotionally involved that she typically gets too worked up. And when she tells the story of the events unfolding it is quite humorous.
She loves animals... such a tender heart toward them and would take in a stray animal and as I found out last year a stray person. Last summer she was playing with some girls when I called her in for dinner she asked if they could stay, of course as a mom I said well they should probably go home; as it turned out their mom was gone and they were locked out of the house. Her oldest brother was appalled that she's invited 3 extra for dinner but I reminded him that we were examples of Christ and she was definitely walking out the love that Christ would have for those children.
Even as scared as she was of cats after she'd been attacked by her cat she would not hear of putting our outside cat back "outside" when we moved and she (Momma Kitty) had decided to become an indoor cat. Shae would hide and run from her... but when I offered to find her a new home she worried about who would care for her and how... and said no I want to make sure she is taken care of. She is no longer afraid of Momma Kitty and they are 2 peas in a pod...
Tonight as we spent time together, which wasn't all fun when we had to have 'another' heart to heart about her room and the organization of it... but we got all that done and then sat down and watched a chick flick, which I have to say is one of my most favorite parts of having a daughter. Getting to sit down under a blanket, our favorite drinks, and a good movie or show.
As we finished our movie and we began watching something that we'd DVR'd... during a commerical I said, "You can fast forward it". She looked at me and said, "I know but I like the commericals because we get to talk and I love talking with you Mom."
I am not sure that I will fast forward anymore while I am watching TV with my children....
I certainly don't want to fast forward through life with my children.... slow down and enjoy life moments with them....
from the beginning
There's always a beginning. To a story, a project...
Here's my beginning.
I am one of 2 children, I am the protective older sibling. My brother being about 2 yrs younger than me.
My mother is from a small town in Kansas, a large family being 1 of 8, the second oldest. Her mother died when she was 16... it was a tragic event in the childrens lives for more than one reason; although the true story varies. It's always difficult when you lose a parent. Her father 'remarried' soon after, Mom always remained in church and after she graduated high school she moved to Minnesota with friends from Kansas. Only recently did I find out that the reason they chose Minnesota was because they heard that a temp employee could make more money while they went to college up there. So, she ventured out, seeing her first escalator --that's all I know about that, or about all.
During that time she meets my father, a full blood Swede, the youngest of 2 children. The oldest being a sister. He is in the AirForce this is during the Vietnam War. The meet, get married in December of 64.... I am born on Mothers Day of 65, one day shy of my fathers birthday....we lived in Rapid City, SD. We soon moved to Rockford, IL; Mom and I lived with my dads mother while he was stationed overseas. He was an air rescue pilot... flew helicopters in and rescued soliders. We stayed in Rockford until dad was stationed to Wichita, KS then we moved there, which is where my younger brother was born in the fall of 67. Dad raced cars and worked at a gas station when he wasn't performing his military duties. To this day the smell of exhaust of race cars and the sound of the engines gets me giddy. Snowmobiles do the same thing for me, dad had one later in our life.
Eventually Dad had to take an honorable discharge to go take care of his mother who was very sick with cancer...
We lived in this 2 story house, it was white with red trim. The next door neighbors, Dorothy and Bruce...she had beautiful red hair, he reminded me a bit of Fred from I Love Lucy but not so loud. She would give us milk with an ice cube in it. Grandma Soderboom died... we moved into a new house and a neighborhood with families much more our age.
The family across the street ended up being a couple that my dad knew in school. They had 2 daughters, one my age, one my brothers.
The family next door a wonderful couple with 2 children younger than me. Lana kept an eye out for us often... Jerry worked at a car manufacturing plant, and drove a gold car and a corvette.... the things we remember. She made the best chocolate chip cookies...
So, I started school there, I was intimidated by my teacher(s), I remember being quiet, but I think that was just in my head; after seeing report cards with notes from the teachers.
Until 3rd grade, I wasn't afraid of my teacher, I liked her, she was pretty and young and kind. But it was also in 3rd grade that my life changed forever.....
I woke up one morning and my mom wasn't there, I asked my dad where she was and he told me that Deb (my best friend from across the street, whose parents went to school with my dad) had lost her mom, she had died of cancer. I recall going to my window and looking at Debs which was directly across from mine and being so sad for my friend. That was about August of 73 (if I am remember right).
Dad drank, quite a bit. I remember his behavior after drinking. But he was never mean, or cruel. We did things as a family, snowmobiling, camping, the 'club'... I suppose we were the All-American family. We had 2 cars, a camper he had a motorcycle.... life was good it was normal. We spent all of the holidays with his moms family, because his fathers side was pretty much gone. His sister was in Wisconsin, his dad died before I was born, he had an aunt but I believe she was out east for most of his life so I guess they were all that close.
Then in September of 73, my mom woke me up one morning with my godfather Nick standing beside her, her eyes where red and they told my brother and I that our dad wouldn't be coming home again. There'd been an accident.....
Our lives changed at that moment and would never again be the same-
Here's my beginning.
I am one of 2 children, I am the protective older sibling. My brother being about 2 yrs younger than me.
My mother is from a small town in Kansas, a large family being 1 of 8, the second oldest. Her mother died when she was 16... it was a tragic event in the childrens lives for more than one reason; although the true story varies. It's always difficult when you lose a parent. Her father 'remarried' soon after, Mom always remained in church and after she graduated high school she moved to Minnesota with friends from Kansas. Only recently did I find out that the reason they chose Minnesota was because they heard that a temp employee could make more money while they went to college up there. So, she ventured out, seeing her first escalator --that's all I know about that, or about all.
During that time she meets my father, a full blood Swede, the youngest of 2 children. The oldest being a sister. He is in the AirForce this is during the Vietnam War. The meet, get married in December of 64.... I am born on Mothers Day of 65, one day shy of my fathers birthday....we lived in Rapid City, SD. We soon moved to Rockford, IL; Mom and I lived with my dads mother while he was stationed overseas. He was an air rescue pilot... flew helicopters in and rescued soliders. We stayed in Rockford until dad was stationed to Wichita, KS then we moved there, which is where my younger brother was born in the fall of 67. Dad raced cars and worked at a gas station when he wasn't performing his military duties. To this day the smell of exhaust of race cars and the sound of the engines gets me giddy. Snowmobiles do the same thing for me, dad had one later in our life.
Eventually Dad had to take an honorable discharge to go take care of his mother who was very sick with cancer...
We lived in this 2 story house, it was white with red trim. The next door neighbors, Dorothy and Bruce...she had beautiful red hair, he reminded me a bit of Fred from I Love Lucy but not so loud. She would give us milk with an ice cube in it. Grandma Soderboom died... we moved into a new house and a neighborhood with families much more our age.
The family across the street ended up being a couple that my dad knew in school. They had 2 daughters, one my age, one my brothers.
The family next door a wonderful couple with 2 children younger than me. Lana kept an eye out for us often... Jerry worked at a car manufacturing plant, and drove a gold car and a corvette.... the things we remember. She made the best chocolate chip cookies...
So, I started school there, I was intimidated by my teacher(s), I remember being quiet, but I think that was just in my head; after seeing report cards with notes from the teachers.
Until 3rd grade, I wasn't afraid of my teacher, I liked her, she was pretty and young and kind. But it was also in 3rd grade that my life changed forever.....
I woke up one morning and my mom wasn't there, I asked my dad where she was and he told me that Deb (my best friend from across the street, whose parents went to school with my dad) had lost her mom, she had died of cancer. I recall going to my window and looking at Debs which was directly across from mine and being so sad for my friend. That was about August of 73 (if I am remember right).
Dad drank, quite a bit. I remember his behavior after drinking. But he was never mean, or cruel. We did things as a family, snowmobiling, camping, the 'club'... I suppose we were the All-American family. We had 2 cars, a camper he had a motorcycle.... life was good it was normal. We spent all of the holidays with his moms family, because his fathers side was pretty much gone. His sister was in Wisconsin, his dad died before I was born, he had an aunt but I believe she was out east for most of his life so I guess they were all that close.
Then in September of 73, my mom woke me up one morning with my godfather Nick standing beside her, her eyes where red and they told my brother and I that our dad wouldn't be coming home again. There'd been an accident.....
Our lives changed at that moment and would never again be the same-
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