The last text in Herb's phone from Timothy was, "I'll see you in a min." Even though they died a year apart, they arrived at the same time.

Timothy's crash had the effect of a bomb exploding in our home. Adding Herb's death brought scorched earth. But God brings beauty from ashes

Herb's dream was to raise cattle, but his plans went unfulfilled when he left us last April. Would keeping the cattle keep his dream alive?

I awoke early one morning and saw a vision of myself jogging up a hill. I heard the thought, "You will be alone for the rest of your life."

If Herb came back in the house saying, "Get your shoes on and come outside! You've got to see this!" I knew something was blooming.

"Passover is ruined. Easter is ruined. You will be planning another funeral." Everything looked bleak. How would we ever get through this?