I remember the days following Connor’s passing, I would walk a lot. I was stir crazy being inside the house with memories of him bouncing off the walls. Walking allowed me to think; it allowed me to cry; it allowed me to pray; it allowed me to start processing the thoughts of “what the hell just happened to my life”. There’s a three-mile loop that I often walk through my neighborhood and then out on a busy sidewalk. The sidewalk is wide enough for multiple people – runners,

I was at a work conference listening to a speaker talk about “storytelling.” She said a woman purchased a toy horse for her daughter for $1. When she went to sell it on E-bay many years later, she crafted a story to go with her listing. Her daughter was now off to college and she came across the horse while cleaning out her room. She remembered how her daughter would play with the horse every day and how her daughter used to sit in the front bay window, trooping the horse

To say that Connor loved Christmas would be an understatement. He would be so excited when the Christmas tree went up and he always wanted to be the one to put the angel on the top. When we got a really tall tree that required a tall ladder – and a tall person – he still insisted. It would make me so nervous because he would be on the very top of the ladder leaning over on one leg wobbly. Inevitably, though, he’d always do it and then beam with pride. He had “his orn