Robb - Tricia Lott Williford

I Have This Theory.

by Tricia Lott Williford | Sep 14, 2019 | Books, Once in a Lifetime, Robb, TLW, Writing

I have this theory. It’s tested but unproven, and I’ll never know if it’s true as long as I’m on this side of heaven. But in all the ways that theories come to be, I believe I hold a solid contention. My theory is this. When you lose someone...

Two Boys, Two Bikes, Two Dads

by Tricia Lott Williford | Jun 16, 2019 | Courage, My Faith, Peter, Robb

Sometimes it’s fitting to revisit the best truths. Today seems like a day for the best and the truths. This story is three years old, and it still holds my entire heart. * * * * Tyler learned to ride his bike this week. I thought he already knew how. I thought we...

All There Is: A Word to Broken Hearts on Easter Weekend

by Tricia Lott Williford | Apr 19, 2019 | Holidays, My Faith, Robb

Good Friday. It’s the day of sadness and loss. If your heart is broken, this day may be far more relatable than Sunday. There are many of you whom I am carrying in my heart, those grieving the loss of a person, a promise, a dream, an idea, a hope. You’re...

So Big, So Small

by Tricia Lott Williford | Aug 27, 2018 | Courage, Deep Sadness, Life As A Mom, My Family, Robb, Tuck, Tyler

It was a February day When your dad came by, before going away A U-Haul truck in the driveway The day it was suddenly real I told you not to come outside But you saw that truck And you smiled so wide A real live truck in your driveway We let you sit behind the wheel...

The Bread and the Wine… and the Root Beer Float

by Tricia Lott Williford | Aug 29, 2016 | My Faith, Remembering, Robb

Saturday was Robb’s birthday, so we went to Red Robin to celebrate and remember. Because Bottomless Root Beer Floats. “We’re here to celebrate,” I told the waiter. “Oh, is it a birthday?” “A very special one.” Peter was gone for the weekend at a men’s conference, so...

Hummingbirds, Pennies, and Verizon Texts

by Tricia Lott Williford | Jul 12, 2016 | For Real?, Love Comes Back, Peter, Remembering, Robb

On the day that Robb died, my mom’s phone became Grief’s Grand Central Station. She spent the whole day on the phone, letting people know what had happened, updating people on what would happen next, and fielding travel arrangements from friends and family all over...