This post was originally posted on my Oyler Creative business website blog on January 18, 2017. I am moving all of those personal blog posts over to this site to keep the Oyler Creative website completely business-related.
Yesterday marked the three-year anniversary of my Mom going home to be with the Lord. I was going to write an in-depth post on here, remembering her and some of the things that stand out in my memory, and I will probably still do that someday.
But yesterday wasn’t that day. My eyes got leaky every time I tried to write something, so in the end, I just wrote a couple of paragraphs for social media.
I’m going to copy that post below, and after that, I am going to add some photos.
I’d also invite you to share any thoughts or memories of my mom, Audrey Kolb Oyler Dubois, that you may have.
3 years ago today my sweet Mama graduated to her final reward. I miss her so much. There are still things that happen where my first thought is, ” oh, I need to call Mom and tell her about this.” And then reality settles in.
I know it is also very hard on my Pops, Robert Dubois. He loved my Mom more than I thought was possible. For the last several years of her life be devoted himself 100% to her care and well-being. They were true soul mates in serving the Lord with their prison outreach ministry.
One thing my Mom would be so happy and proud of is the relationship that has grown deep between Pops and myself. That relationship had been rocky at best through the years, but now I can honestly say I love my Pops with all my heart. Mom would be thrilled.
Three years on and our love for the amazing Audrey K. Dubois is as strong as ever.
Love you, Mom!
Things That I Write About
On Thursday, July 23, 2020, my Pops, Robert Dubois, entered into Jesus’ presence. He had suffered for several years with COPD, with frequent flare-ups and hospitalizations, and he had gotten to the point that he had to be on supplemental oxygen. But he’d been feeling pretty good for several weeks. We talked to him on…
Some days I will continue to share my memories of my past. It has been a long strange trip so far, and my journey has shaped a large part of who I am today. But it is God who has molded me into exactly who I am now. And if I don’t also write about how God is continuing to mold and shape me, I am missing the main point of my life right now. My past is interesting, and my struggles are real. But my walk with God is vital, and I firmly believe that my walk with Him today is why I am here to write about my past.
This is the final story of my three runaway adventures while I was in high school. This took place during my senior year at RVCS in 1977. The result was quite disappointing for me, but God had different plans for how this story would end.
It’s been a while – again – since I last wrote something. I need to get better at this as I enjoy writing, and as was pointed out to me earlier this week, I just need to sit down and write. Today, I am going to start writing about the three times I ran away…
I have shared part of this post before, telling how I finally came to terms with my grief over my dad’s passing. But I’m sharing it again because the overall message seems to apply today for many, if not most of us. Right now the world seems out of control with the virus, quarantines, conflict,…