A gift from you

Since my granddaughter was 2 every time I would come over to see her on Friday nights we would jump up and down and do ballerina twirls. She would get so excited for my visits. She is now 7. So much had changed for both of us. Her Dad is gone 3.5 years now. She has since moved to a new town, a new house and has a new family.She was 3.5 when my son died and as time gets further away those memories become a blurr for her. But every once in a while she remembers certain things. We still twirl when I see her. And she has this smile on her face that launches me back in time to when life was so happy. We will always keep that connection and love will be forever.


When we are young we look at a tree and think of all of the possibilities. To climb to the top, to build a secret fort and to hide behind. As we get older that tree turns into something that just drops leaves and causes work for us. My son always kept that magic in his heart. He brought that light to his daughter. He brought that light in his gifts. His drawings and the way he loved the things we take for granted. He kept his youth in his heart. Maybe Peter Pan had it right.

The cardinal

Photo by Billy Dehmer

I never read or heard about the myth of the cardinal. My brother died in 2004 too soon and sudden. It was a huge loss in my life. I quit my job and stayed home for 4 months taking care of my parents during this time. I was standing in the kitchen one day and this red cardinal flew to the window and stared right through me. I felt this chill ring threw me and I knew without a doubt his spirit came to me. That bird sat in that tree for a year and every time I went to the kitchen window there it was. I told that story to my parents and

my son. It became our story of hope in the afterlife. He was still with us. My son carried that on for me to ease my sorrow. He drew this for me. And said Uncle Tom. When my son died a few days passed and I was at his house visiting my granddaughter. She came in the room and handed me a red cardinal. I looked at it and it was from my Christmas tree from my last Christmas with him. I said where did you get this she said I dont know grandma but she just put it in my hand. She was 3 5. Thank you my son for my sign. That day.

A true friend

Drawing by Billy Dehmer

Some people you can know for a lifetime and when the darkness arrives the colors around them disappear. Then there are those that suddenly appear. As if an angel has come down and put that light in your path so you can hold on to it. I have come to learn this with a beautiful person I have never met. She has saved me on this journey. Billy met someone out of nowhere and in that moment that they met he never knew he would be standing beside me one day making sure his mom is ok. I looked at him and knew he has known sadness. He showed up and walked against the wind and rain along side of me. He said I’ll stay as long as you need me. Thank you Billy ❤

The creative mind

Article from physchology Today

Photo by Billy Dehmer, my son

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create—so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.

Be their Light

(Author unknown)

Photo by Billy

When I die give what’s left of me away
to children and old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
cry for your brother walking the street beside you.
And when you need me, put your arms around anyone
and give them what you need to give me.
I want to leave you something,
something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I’ve known or loved,
and if you cannot give me away,
at least let me live in your eyes and not in your mind.
You can love me best by letting hands touch hands,
and by letting go of children that need to be free.
Love doesn’t die, people do.
So, when all that’s left of me is love,
give me away.

Beautiful words. I hope they bring comfort to you.


Written by Michelle Homme, author, inspirational speaker

Photo by Billy, my son

We all know what it looks like when people are passionate about something. It could be ice cream or fashion or whales, the “what” doesn’t matter — the passion behind it does. The energy found in a passionate person and the way they impact the world leaves us all changed, sometimes in ways we don’t even realize at the time. It sits as a temporary moment and in a flash, it is gone. Later, we remember that moment and the feeling it stirred within us. We recall the way the person’s eyes lit up whenever they were vulnerable and honest with their passion and were willing to share it with us. We felt their excitement. We were drawn into their being. We tasted their power and allowed it to fill our hearts and souls.

Sometimes, without appreciating it at the time, our reality is changed… just because of their passions and how it impacts all of us.