Tracks in the snow

Four years ago this month, my once strong and virile father, had a stroke that took his independence and altered the direction of all our lives. It was an immediate and abrupt change that has integrated slowly into our new normal way of life. We have adapted and found laughter again among the pain and suffering, anger and confusion, desperation and sadness. I no longer think about what life was like before the stroke, however, my minds eye still sees the dad I have always known.

Today for the first time since this journey began, I was shown our bitter sweet reality in the most beautiful and gentle way. I was startled and caught off guard by the tracks left behind as we pushed forward through the cold snow blowing in our faces.

              The day began with gray storm clouds but ended with a colorful sunset.

As cruel and brutal life can be at times, I am so thankful for the kindness and beauty it uses to comfort us when we need it the most.

The tracks we leave behind have led us to where we stand today. Difficult yesterdays help me to appreciate the happy in my now. I hope you can too…


  1. krcc says:

    Beautiful post and photos. My Pops has had 3 strokes so far. Had lost his ability to speak when the 1st one had occurred.
    Praising God for protecting my Pops from further physical disabilities. God’s blessings to you and your family this Christmas! 🌲🌄💖

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    1. Noel Hartem says:

      Thank you. It’s a very hard thing to watch unfold. He has had three so far and it has taken his right side but can talk. Have a wonderful Christmas and my best to you and your pop 🤘🙂💪🏼


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