Finding happiness after tragedy is a challenge. Some have no issues, others struggle and it doesn't get easier. Jon Fredrickson lost his wif

When I first saw him walk through the front door of the coffee shop I worked at, my heart stopped.

The dark cave walls around me were screaming with untold stories from the past.

I knocked on the door, not ready to face the man who answered. My hands slid back into my pockets, now moist with anticipation. My heart....

The silence left me alone with my own thoughts. I'm not sure that was a better alternative then blasting music to drown out my mind...

I never worry about much. I wake up, eat a quick breakfast, if you can call it that, and go to work. I always said when I was growing up...

“He should have been home by now, something is wrong.” My mother walking back and forth on the wooden floorboard in my cold room....