We have such a blessing in one another. Don’t we? We might fuss and discuss now and then but…
Spending a few days with John and Maggy Dobbs reminided me how wonderful you are. Not to mention reading the dozens and dozens of comments on his blog. Two of our own have [...]
Part of the Family
Blah and other stuff
- Sometimes I can’t tell the difference between not feeling well and being depressed. Such is the case this week. I returned to work today…Amy is out of town…and…
- We got our stimulus check from the gov. today. Amy is out of town so I wonder…
- I’m so blessed [...]
That Damn Snake.
I doubt this will make much sense to anyone but me. It’s my way of working through grief. I’ll de-post it after I work through it. More than likely it will seem to be gibberish to anyone else.
I said it at John Robert’s funeral and I’ll keep saying it- death sucks. For the living. [...]
Going home.
I left Pascagoula this morning and made it as far as Little Rock before I tuckered out. I bet if I was still twenty I could have made it all the way. Oh well. When I got in the car I hit the home button on the GPS I borrowed from Amy. [...]
Thursday Night. Pascagoula.
John Robert was loved by many. John stood on his feet for two and a half hours, Maggy sitting beside him, near their sons coffin, as several hundred folks filed by to share their grief. Even in the midst of staggering grief they managed to minister to many of John’s friends. [...]
On the road
I left Tulsa around 4 yesterday. This morning I’m on the Memphis side of Little Rock. God willing I should arrive in Pascagoula this evening. John has posted some links about his sons death on his blog. It is so so sad.
A loss for words.
As you probably know John Robert, son of John and Maggie Dobbs, was killed early Wednesday morning in an accident. He was only eighteen and was supposed to graduate Friday. I can’t think of anything to say. Too sad. JR and his dad ministered to me in a big way several Summers ago when I [...]
One of the reasons I love Summer.
Our Backyard
The old gray mare ain’t what she used to be…
That’s because my wife let me put performance parts on her for my birthday. She loves me. A lot.
So does my wife.
On this sun drenched weekend I hope you have as much fun tooling about town as we do. By the way, that’s our house in the background- in case you were [...]
The night I was mugged. In my bed.
True Story.
I was fourteen…or fifteen. Or was it thirty?
In the wee hours of a morning I woke up because someone was punching me in the face.
What was going on? And who was doing it?
I had seen plenty of slasher films and had little patience for the intended victim who remained frozen in place while they [...]
