After six years of books, newsletters, membership websites etc. I’ve come to know many of you quite well.
I don’t share a lot of personal details typically outside of my membership site, but the past few days are full of the kinds of events that I need to share.
First some good news:
My wife Andrea and I spent some time the last few days in Guatemala visiting our soon to be daughter we’re naming Aven. This is our third international adoption. Here’s a website that we set up that tells more about our views on adoption and shows our other kiddos.
Here’s one of the first pictures of us together. It really says it all I think…![]()
And here’s a picture of Andrea holding her at “cross hill” outside of Antigua:
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We also got some bad news this week however.
While we were out of country my grandma (we called her Mamaw) passed away.
Here’s the article from the local paper. I got the call from my dad that she had died literally a few hours after that picture of me above was taken. It was a strange mix of emotions for one day.
Her husband, Papaw died nearly two years ago.
Imagine the most honest, loving, caring and genuine people you’ve ever met. That was them. The long line of people that came to the viewing tonight (and for my Papaw) was testament to the many lives they’ve touched. In my Papaws final days I got to tell him that he had set the bar very high and I hoped I could be half the man he had been. He just smiled back because his strength was leaving him. If he could have spoken he would have said something about how proud he was of me. I could see it in his eyes.
My Mamaw went a bit more suddenly. As recently as a few weeks ago I told her that she would likely outlive us all. She loved life and loved people. She had even started her own business recently (now you know where I get the bug)!
The funeral is tomorrow though – reality has set in. Thankfully my family all knows for sure that she is in a better place in heaven with her savior and with her life long love Papaw. They were married young (she was 18) and they have been apart only two times since. Once for the time required of my Papaw as he served heroically in WWII and the second time for the 23 months between their passing. It’s a true love story.
My cousin also held a new baby daughter in his arms just hours before our mamaws passing. We agreed tonight that we can only hope that some of the loving, kind traits that our Mamaw displayed so effortlessly were passed on to our beautiful new daughters.
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My little angel Aven…