Death is Not Dying

Written By Amy

Today our family will attend a funeral of a mom in our neighborhood.  She leaves behind a husband and three children, the oldest 12, the youngest 5.  Cancer overtook her body in the last six months, and it has been hard to imagine what their family has been through during that time.

Kris was loved by many.  It was hard to find a spot to sign up for a meal to bring, there were so many that wanted to.  She has been showered with love and kindness the last several months.  I knew her because our kids have been friends over the last several years; we have stood at the bus stop together, and chatted about life at indoor soccer games.  She was one of the most gentle spirited, kind women I knew.  Our children have been heavily hit by the loss of their friend’s mom.  It will be a difficult day saying goodbye.

We have been praying that her family, especially her kids, would be comforted by God.  That they would feel his loving, strong arms around her during this heart wrenching time.   God is with those who have suffered great loss:

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted”  Matthew 5:4

A couple of years ago I watched an amazing video of another woman named Rachel suffering from cancer, about the same age as Kris, leaving behind children, who somehow was able to speak in front of a large group about the lessons learned from her life….just two months before she died.  It is powerful, and it made me think of Kris and all the wisdom she would have been able to share.

Here is the website for Rachel’s video, where you can watch and hear her story:  Please take some time to watch it, it will change you.



Kris King


kris 2

Balloon Release in Honor of Kris

We will miss you Kris!



Drinking From My Saucer

by Jen Severn

My girlfriend’s mom passed away last week.  Her mom lately had been saying, “I am drinking from my saucer.”  It had become common in their conversations.  Char read this poem to explain.  I wanted to share it with you.  I have formated it so you can print it and put it into an 8×10 frame.  It moved my soul to hear these words.  A true attitude of gratitude, one this sweet lady lived by.

My mom and I drove up and this amazing view greeted us.

My Tribute to Char’s mom:

In a small town, when the sweetest woman,
who was motivated to serve by her love,
in her 90 lbs frame wore hay clips and could move a truck full of hay,
it was said, she never let the grass grow under her feet,
she thanked God for his grace,
and offered it to everyone she knew,
in this small town,
when she passed away,
the whole town showed up,
there was standing room only.

It was precious to be part of.
Men walking in with their straw cowboy hats under their arms,
their nicest worn boots,
a brown jacket with patches on the arms,
a suit jacket with a ranchers V sown across his back,
belt buckles, wranglers, all standing with the greatest respect to wish this lady goodbye.
Bronze skin, Colorado’s sunny squint marks worn in, hands like gloves, strong and worn.

A glorious day to see all God made in mountain, sky and man.

A Prayer

Dear Lord,

I pray today for my friend and co-author of this blog, Jen.  Today is the anniversary of the passing of her dad, Terry.  God, I am so thankful for Jen and her steadfast faith in you.  She has chosen to be vulnerable and walk through grief with brokeness and strength wrapped up together. As she has mourned the loss of her earthly father and shared that experience with us we have been blessed and moved.  And Terry has been honored.  God, I pray for Jen and her family, her Mom and her brothers as they pass through this day of remembrance.  Please give them all courage, peace, and hope in you to walk through the necessary sorrow that this day brings in order to step forth in continued healing.  Please wrap your arms around Jen and hold her, for us.  We love her and are so thankful for who she is in our lives.

In Jesus Name,


Stirrings : 1 Year Ago

Written By Jen

On July 24th, 2010, early that Saturday morning, I received a phone call from our close family friend Gail.  My mom was en route on her way home from visiting her family in Germany.  Gail said, “Jenny, as you know we are staying at your parents place and I usually don’t answer their phone when they are gone, but this morning they seem to be getting an unusual number of phone calls from Canada.”  The message was from Canadian Air Traffic Control saying that my dad’s plane had flown off radar shortly after take off that morning.  That morning I was getting ready to take my daughter to a birthday party where several of my best friends would be too.  I was about an hour and a half late, showed up in shades, and my mind was going over every possible scenario.  What followed was 5 or 6 sleepless nights.  I have a greater understanding and compassion for those who have family members “missing”.  Those were some of the hardest days of my life.  Canadian Search and Rescue worked diligently.  My mom and brothers and I did all we could to aid their search and answer questions.  Five days later they found his plane.  We were granted closure and I am thankful.  After a wonderful trip with his son and grandson canoeing we learned from Canadian Search and Rescue that he had died on impact.  We don’t know all the whys but we know enough.  We know he had a wonderful trip and he died doing something he loved.  He said to my mom before leaving, “Getting there is half the adventure for me.”  It is that spirit of adventure that made his life an incredible story.  I wanted to share a few pictures with you in this post in his memory.

My parents were grand travel companions.

This was earlier in 2010 my kids and I went to California with my mom and dad. LOVE.

My dad walking me down the aisle. We got married at my parents house. It was intimate and beautiful. My dad actually took off his tevas for a few minutes and set down his coffee cut and his camera. I think everyone remembers my dad walking around with a camera interviewing everyone before my wedding.If there was a baby in the room my dad was holding it. He was crazy about his grandkids and he always longed for the grandkids to be cousins and friends. Here he is holding my middle baby boy.

My dad would fly us around Colorado in his helicopter, chasing herds of deer and getting close up views of old indian cliff dwellings.

My dad spent his summers as a ranch had in Clover Leaf Nevada. He told us many stories of their pet owl that nearly took off his finger and it looks as though he was a real cowboy in the making.

Dad in Hong Kong with the US Navy. This was my Dad's first and last plane. He loved to fly.

He took a camera every where he went. He was a student of different cultures and always seemed to be making new friends.


This is how my mom remembers my dad. They often spent their time together hiking around Colorado.Here my dad and my brother are hiking Mt. Ypsilon.This is my Dad's favorite picture of himself as a child.These breath-taking views kept him coming back for more.This is my mom and dad with my two oldest children. Looking at the amazing icicles would never be enough, they had to experience them.This is my Uncle Roy, my dad's brother and his wife, Aunt Margaret, my Aunt Danny and my dad's brother, my Uncle Cliff, and my mom and dad.

This is the tribute I wrote to my dad for his memorial service.

He is everything to me…

My business partner

My help line when my camera breaks

My research and development director on the latest photography technology

My mentor

My perspective on supporting the underdog and the black sheep

My personal world news network

My meteorologist

My pilot

My families Tuesday night dinner date

My Children’s Opa

My dad, He is everything to me….

The reason my children squeal with joy from ribber nibbers and chin choppers

The Cookie Monster in My House

My son London’s Soul Mate

My reason to turn my lights off in my house and clean it up

My conscious to take care of my clothing and furniture

My reminder that there is plenty of money to be had and none to be wasted

My example to keep a car forever

My babysitter who is always available

My mom’s best friend

My challenge to my theology

My dad, He is everything to me…..

He is the guide who taught me “When In Rome, do as the Romans”  even if it meant  spending 21 days in China teaching me, a 10-year-old, to eat with chop sticks, and in the end we could have 1 minute races to see who could get the most marbles in a bowl.

My biggest silent fan

My favorite cowboy

My Charlie Rose Highlight Real

My Droid Updater

My Children’s favorite Storyteller

My binoculars to the world

My Motivation to Work Out and Eat Healthy

My desire to Work Hard

My shelter

My education

My dad, He is everything to me….

He is my teacher who reminds me, when encountering new people or places, do not force my culture or ideology on them, instead, be a learner and discover a new land.

My Friend

My Children’s 4 Wheel Driver

My engineer who builds contraptions of string and a pencil to teach my daughter how to walk

My sons Ride Home from Pre-School

My Videographer

My friends answer when they need a place to stay, a wedding location, or a book for school.

My generosity

My Home

My Tour Guide

My Love for Art

My reason for Hours Spent at Museums

My dad, He is everything to me….

He is the one who see Scott as a wonderful husband to me, father to my kids and quick to pick up the latest technology

My Dad is my Love for New York City

My Honest and Integrity

My Adventure

My Kids Biggest Advocate

My boost to reach the Stars and My Traction Keeping My Feet on the Ground

My Dad is who He is because he had a wonderful woman like my mom stood by his side

My Dad is because my mom was literally the wind beneath his wings

My dad, He is everything to me….

My Family is The Love of My Life:

My Friends, an AMAZING Support

My God is my Rock:
ALL of you are my Giants, thank you for lending me your shoulders.

My dad, He is everything to me

Fatherless by Grace Full Home

Written By Jen

This Father’s Day will you join me in a one time gift to lend a hand to children who are fatherless?  Please?  For me?  For them.  For you.

How Far We Have Come

Imagine being a child and losing both parents. How would you feel? How would you survive? Who would help you to make your dreams a possibility?

I just can't help but shake my head and grin when I see my dad as a kid.


I have gotten a few, “How are you doing?” questions in lieu of Father’s Day.  I miss my dad yet I feel peaceful.  I can’t explain why, I suppose it surpasses my understanding, but an overwhelming peace is upon me.  This Father’s Day my heart is beating to care for the widows and the father-less. I lost my dad as an adult, I can not imagine loosing my father as a child, and even worse my mother and my father as a child.  When a child looses their father this also means a wife has lost her husband.  I was fortunate that my mom and I are taken care of, but for some this is a beyond heartbreaking to a grim future.  I looked up fatherless in the Bible and I was shocked at how much God had to say about the fatherless.  There is a lot of ‘fatherless’ in my history.  My mom was raised in a children’s home and my dad lost his dad when he was just 15.  Although I had a father, he is no longer with us so, I guess that includes me, I am now fatherless.  I have my memories, his lessons and years of his love in my being.  Sustaining me I have a heavenly Father who loves me.  Belonging to my Heavenly Father brings a deep comfort to me this holiday.  This Father’s Day I will remember my dad, adore my husband, give generously to the fatherless, and praise my Heavenly Father, for He is GOOD.  Are you Fatherless this Father’s Day?  Take heart YOU have a Heavenly Father who knows you by name and cares for you!

Would you consider a one time gift for the fatherless this Father’s day? Please?  For me?  For them?  For you.

With World Vision for just $25 you can care for an orphan.

For $70 you can put an orphan through school for 1 year.

For $25 or $50 you can give to an Orphan and Widow fund.

For $5,100 you can provide a home for Orphaned Children. They lost their parents — and now they’re in danger of losing their homes. Thousands of orphans live in crumbling, dilapidated huts that offer little protection from the elements. You can help a family of orphans keep their birthright — and protect their health — by providing a new or renovated home in a country like Uganda or Zambia.

Here is a glimpse of God’s heart for the Fatherless this Father’s Day for you.

“Do not take advantage of the widow or the fatherless.” Ex 22:22

“He defends the cause of the fatherless and the widow, and loves the foreigner residing among you, giving them food and clothing.” Deut 10:18

“When you harvest the grapes in your vineyard, do not go over the vines again. Leave what remains for the foreigner, the fatherless and the widow.” Deut 24:21

“But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted; you consider their grief and take it in hand. The victims commit themselves to you; you are the helper of the fatherless.” Psalm 10:14

“A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.” Psalm 68:5

“Defend the weak and the fatherless; uphold the cause of the poor and the oppressed.” Psalm 82:3

“Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.” Isaiah 1:17


What is one of your favorite memories of your dad?



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