It was a coffee mug I bought for mom, it represented love. She had her favorite coffee mug; this one was not it. It “wasn’t that great,” which just happened to be the same thought I had about her favorite mug. You see, months before I bought her the mug,...

It may sound a bit morbid, but there is a certain beauty in death. Especially when your loved one has struggled and suffered for so long. You’ve prayed for their suffering to end, you’ve yelled at God. You’ve likely bargained with both God and the devil just keep your loved...

I remember the day all too well. Mom had spent multiple weeks in the hospital. Mom was recently transferred back to our local hospital after being turned down for a lung transplant through Shans in Gainesville and after her immediate rejection from Tampa General.  As she and my dad reflected...