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Two days before Quinten died, he asked James for something very specific. Quinten told James to write him a letter, a letter about his feelings toward Quinten. Quinten wanted James to read it to him and then place it in his casket when he was gone. It was such a simple request.And such a profound…
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A mother’s grief is something the world can’t quite explain. It doesn’t follow rules. It doesn’t fade on a schedule. It doesn’t behave the way people think it should. It is raw.It is relentless.It is stitched into the deepest part of your heart because that is where your child has lived since the moment they…
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Life has a way of weaving joy and sorrow together in the same breath. While we walked through some of the hardest moments with Quinten’s cancer journey, God gave us a beautiful reminder that miracles still bloom even in the shadow of sadness. As Quinten began palliative chemotherapy, treatments designed to slow the cancer’s growth…
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When you lose a child, your world changes forever. But when you’ve had the gift of walking beside that child through the hardest days of their life, something else changes, your heart. Quinten’s battle with cancer was cruel and unrelenting, yet he met every moment with courage, humor, and grace. I watched my son fight…
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When people talk about caregiving, they often picture tasks: medications, meals, appointments, helping someone stand, helping someone breathe, helping someone make it through another day. And yes, caregiving is all of that. But caring for Quinten for those two years was something deeper.Something life-altering.Something that didn’t just fill my days, it rewrote who I am.…
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Saturdays had always been our day. The sirens would sound at noon, and right on cue, Quinten and Lenny would walk across the driveway from his cabin to our front door. It was a small tradition, comforting and familiar. But on Saturday, July 12th, 2025, the moment I saw Quinten’s face, I knew something was different.…
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Quinten, I don’t know where you are now, but I know where you are not. You are not in pain. You are not tired. You are not fighting. And that alone brings me a kind of peace I didn’t know I could hold. You were always my baby brother. Not because you were small, but…
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This Sunday is your birthday, Quinten, and this is the first one where I don’t get to see your face, hear your voice, or wrap my arms around you. I don’t get a phone call, a smile, or a hug that always made your birthdays feel complete. And I need you to know how much…
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As 2025 came to a close, I found myself looking back at a year I never could have imagined, a year that changed me in ways I am still discovering. This was the year I learned how fragile life truly is.The year I learned how strong love can be.The year I learned what it means…
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The first year after losing someone you love is not a season to master.It is a season to survive. Yet so often, expectations quietly creep in, expectations from others, from tradition, from the calendar, and sometimes from ourselves. Expectations to “handle it well.” To show progress. To mark milestones with strength or grace. But grief…
The Q life Grief Journey 