emotions

Compelled

It is over seven months now since Hans left us for Heaven, yet I still get these illogical, unrealistic, untrue thoughts/longings/compulsions to []

Four

It is a Sunday afternoon in summer.  The first summer without Hans.  Manfred and Noah are three hundred miles away on a []

Trainwreck

“How are you doing?” Why does this question make me uncomfortable, almost panicky? It seems like a simple question to which I []

Joysorrow

“At first, I was shaken, but looking up, I recovered my strength…” George Whitefield Forward. That is the direction I need to []