“I often wondered after David’s death: Had they known something then? Did their very souls recognize each other? Did Jacob, closer to God than anyone else I knew, somehow sense this was the last time he would see his grandpa?… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“That evening I sat across from Jeremy Bulloch and Jacob at the dinner table. I watched as Jeremy, who seemed to speak Jacob’s silent language fluently, drummed his fingers up and down on the edge of the table, as if… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“We continued talking as my purchases were rung up—about the first Christmas, the sadness of ending up in a cemetery on a holiday, and the pain of getting through that first year. “They tell me it gets better,” she said with a sigh. “Can I give you a hug?” I asked shyly before I turned to go. She nodded eagerly,… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share
“Compulsive? I lived and breathed refunding, and my children benefited with their wide variety of toys, balls, and T-shirts I obtained through my hobby. It was all a big game, and one that I played well. And I was not alone. While there was no estimate available on the number of people who were involved in refunding, Carol Backs, publisher… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share
“Can you remember another time when your chest felt like this?” My fingers splayed across my aching chest as I carefully pondered her question. Then I nodded vigorously as I remembered. Tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked as I whispered hoarsely, “Yes, I do remember.After my husband died, it hurt like this. My chest felt full and heavy, and I… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share
“I held back from seeing Jacob much during those weeks. He wanted only his mother, and I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing him like that. I stopped by to pick up his siblings and take them away, but I rarely went inside the house. After several days of this, I knew I must face the sight that my daughter… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share
“Later, as I attempted to lean over the high sides of the hospital bed to kiss David, I couldn’t reach either his forehead or his lips, so I began kissing the length of his arm. “I love you,” I told him before I was ready to leave for the night. His beautiful brown eyes locked with mine. “Thank you,” he… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and I motioned for him to take a seat. He listened quietly as I explained what had happened. By the… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Don’t you believe that Jacob can be healed?” some persisted, pressuring Elizabeth to believe—just believe—and Jacob would be healed. The underlying message was that… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Despite their inherent messiness, consumers aren’t about to give up on a mode of savings that is so much under their control. Afer all,… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Initially, after David’s diagnosis, I would cringe when I read books or articles by cancer survivors who stated that cancer had been a gift… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Tonight I attend my thirty-fifth high school reunion with some trepidation. I have not seen most of these former classmates for thirty-some years. I… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“I was not above filching empty candy bar wrappers from trash bins at the park or picking up the back cards of batteries from… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
“For the majority of our marriage I was so busy mothering babies and nursing on demand that by the end of the day I… — Mary Potter Kenyon Copy Share Image
