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There are words that linger long after they’re spoken, soft echoes that settle into the heart and stay there. For me, it’s the sound of Quinten’s voice saying, “I love you, Momma.” He said it often. It wasn’t something he saved for special occasions or dramatic moments; it was just part of who he was. Whether…
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Quinten went on hospice on April 15, 2025.He passed away exactly three months later, on July 15, 2025. That date, April 15th, is etched into me. Not because we expected it to change everything, but because it did. James and I took Quinten to his appointment at the OU Stephenson Cancer Center that day, believing…
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For as long as I can remember, Quinten loved being near the water with a fishing pole in hand. But what made fishing truly special for him wasn’t just the quiet of the lake or the thrill of catching something; it was who he got to share it with: James. James was more than a…
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Christmas is quickly approaching, and the world seems to be moving toward joy, lights on, music playing, people talking about traditions and plans. But for me, this season feels different now. It carries a weight I’ve never known before, because this will be the first Christmas without Quinten. I’ve always known Christmas as a time…
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Birthdays were always special to Quinten. It didn’t matter whose name was on the cake; he approached each celebration with the same joy and enthusiasm. He loved the dinners, the laughter around the table, the sweetness of cake, and the tradition of singing “Happy Birthday.” For him, birthdays weren’t just about marking another year; they…
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Some people find comfort in routines, but for our family, Saturday has become something much more; it’s a tradition, a rhythm of love. For years now, my husband and I have cooked dinner and dessert on Saturdays, opening our table to any of our family members who are able to join us. It’s simple, but…
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When I first adopted Lenny back in 2016, I thought I was just giving a little dog a second chance at life. His elderly owners had passed away, and he suddenly found himself without the people he loved. From the moment he curled into my lap, full of energy and affection, I knew he had…
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Our first summer on the chicken farm, 2023, began with the promise of peaceful days and simple joys. But on June 30th, the eve of the 4th of July weekend, a phone call shattered that tranquility, forever altering our lives. An unfamiliar number flashed on my phone screen. Usually, I’d ignore it, but an unsettling…
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