There is rarely a day that I don’t think of you, miss you, or want to tell you something.
I Would Just Sit With You
Written by Keith O'Brien on January 19, 2012
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Just Two More Words
Written by Anonymous on January 16, 2012
If I had the chance I would simply tell them all, “Thank you.”
Belonging
Written by Debbie on December 29, 2011
Is this life worth living to make you proud of me, or is it worth dying to be with you again?
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Holiday Memory: Gullan’s Glögg
Written by Braiden on December 26, 2011
Gullan’s husband was transferred back to Europe and Mom passed on six years ago, but my mind often wanders back to those simpler, more innocent days and the warm, soothing drinks of winter like hot chocolate, hot toddies, and, of course, Gullan’s glögg.
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Missing My Mother. . .
Written by Chelsea Hanson on December 22, 2011
My thoughts, my actions, are influenced by her presence from above, and I am grateful for that connection and that our love and relationship still lives on!
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A Southern Gentleman and Woman
Written by Renie on December 15, 2011
It was a fabulous, appropriate celebration of life. We danced under the small white tent on artificial grass on July 24, a very, very hot mid-summer day, smiling and glowing with perspiration.
Dear Mom, Sweet Elaine
Written by Tom on December 5, 2011
Tell me that you are experiencing a peace and joy unknown to humankind, that you now understand the entire structure and meaning of existence and that it is beautiful beyond understanding
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My Final Moments with My Mother
Written by Braiden on November 21, 2011
Meanwhile, Mom’s body was at a local funeral home waiting for cremation. The funeral director asked if any of us wanted to see her one last time.
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The House on Sylvan Drive
Written by Laurie Halladay on November 14, 2011
As I looked at the torn-up lawn, bedraggled drapes at the windows, and an ugly cream-colored paint covering the beautiful varnished wood trim, I tried to remember the shell of a building when it was my home.
Living Life as a Daymaker
Written by Braiden Rex-Johnson on November 7, 2011
Part of the inspiration for Five More Minutes With is that we should live each day as if it were our last, for none of us really knows how much time we may have left.
With that principal in mind, I’d like to introduce you to a little book that changed my life in all sorts of positive ways when I first picked it up shortly after it was published back in 2003.
