The Trip Of A Lifetime

I just got back from a mini family reunion on my father’s side of the family. And for those of you that don’t know, my father died when I was 16, which means he’s been gone for the better part of 40 years now. And the Fricke side of the family, for whatever reason, hasn’t really kept in touch with each other over the years. So at our mini family reunion, which was to celebrate the 90th birthday of one of my aunts, it dawned on me that I hadn’t seen most of my aunts, uncles or cousins for at least 10 years, some I haven’t seen in 20 years.

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In-Laws or Outlaws?

Over the years, one of the unique relationships that has grown in my own life is the relationship that has formed with my wife’s parents, Stu and Gail Patterson. Although distance and circumstance hindered the nurturing and development of that relationship in the early years of our marriage, a move closer to Stu and Gail and a commitment by both couples to grow our relationship has led to the development of a remarkable and supportive friendship. The strength of that relationship, I believe, has helped Stu and Gail, and Kathy and I, overcome life’s obstacles and celebrate far more than we may have otherwise.

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Opened Doors

Born and raised in a Christian church there was a scripture that was paraphrased quite often: some things come only by fasting and praying. For two decades I heard this paraphrased scripture come across the pulpit. As a child and even early in my adulthood the scripture never really struck home. Many preachers gave their spin on the passage, but all in all, they all seem to tied it back to the same theme, that something needs to happen before something else happens. That all made sense to me, there wasn’t a misunderstanding of the passage. Yet for some reason I never applied the passage of scripture to my life, until a few months ago.

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Sometimes I Want To Give Up On Parenting

The wind is blowing my hat towards my cheek, and I can hear my children laughing with their daddy.  It is an absolutely breathtaking day on Miami Beach, and I feel like crying. My mind is flooded with negative thoughts:  I’m a bad mom because I won’t play with them in the water and my children’s memories of fun times will always include mom on the sideline watching them looking serious.  It is always painful to sit in a happy place full of remorse and regret.  I know this is universal for most of us as parents.

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