michellelynch02

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 along the...

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 ornaments” too.  Of...

At Thanksgiving time – and before Connor died - I would say how grateful I was for family, friends, etc… All the things we say.  However, after he died, I really struggled with gratefulness.  I mean, how am I supposed to be grateful when my oldest son is suddenly stripped from my life with no warning leaving me with a life full of hopes and dreams shattered? This was Connor's social media post on his last Thanksgiving. It’s taken me a long time of reflection and prayer to start coming back to...