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Am I Broken? Grief, Scars, and Life After Losing Alex

After reading emails from our dads support group, I found myself asking a hard question: am I broken? Grief has[…]

When Even a Loose Bolt Feels Like Failure

This post explores how grief and guilt can amplify small setbacks into feelings of failure, and the ongoing journey to[…]

Why is it easier to give grace to other grieving parents than ourselves?

In our grieving dads group, we talked about guilt. Listening to other fathers, I could clearly see their love, effort,[…]

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When “Not Enough” Has Nothing to Do With Effort

Training for an IRONMAN was supposed to be about discipline, endurance, and finishing what I started. But somewhere along the[…]

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The Guilt of Missed Training and the Weight of Grief

With IRONMAN 70.3 Mallorca less than eight weeks away, I found myself carrying both race anxiety and the weight of[…]

One Year Later

A year after losing my son Alex, I found that the day I feared most wasn’t the anniversary itself, but[…]

Facing the First Monday in March

A personal reflection on facing the first Monday in March, a day etched in memory and grief, honoring a son's[…]

The Shield Isn’t Perfect — And That’s Why I Love It

Tuesday marks one year since the worst day of my life. It’s an anniversary I never wanted. A date I[…]

The Songs That Take Me Back

A nighttime reflection on how certain songs—a teenage love anthem and a rainy outdoor concert—transport me to meaningful moments with[…]

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The Moments I Keep Replaying

It’s the middle of the night again. The house is quiet. Everyone is asleep. And as soon as my head[…]