Erickson Funeral Home

04/21/2026

I look at old photos and I’m jealous.

Jealous of the person I used to be. The one who didn’t know this pain yet. The one who still had you.

I see myself in those pictures—smiling, laughing, completely unaware of what’s coming—and I envy her.

Because she didn’t know. She didn’t carry this weight. She didn’t wake up every day with this hole in her chest.

She got to live in a world where you were still in it.

And I would give anything to be her again.

I’m jealous of every version of me that got to have you. The me from last year. Five years ago. Ten years ago.

The me who could call you whenever I wanted. The me who didn’t know what it felt like to lose you.

I’m jealous of the conversations I had with you. The time we spent together. The ordinary moments I didn’t know would become memories I’d cling to for the rest of my life.

And now it’s gone. And I can’t get it back.

I look at old texts between us and I’m jealous of the me who got to receive those messages. Who got to hear your voice. Who got to see you.

I look at photos from holidays, birthdays, random ordinary days—and I’m jealous of the me who was living in those moments.

I’m jealous of how easy it was. How normal it felt. How I didn’t know those moments would be all we’d ever have.

But how could I have known? How was I supposed to know that time was running out?

I couldn’t. And that’s what makes it so hard.

I’m jealous of my own past self. The one who didn’t know this grief. The one who still got to have you.

And I’d give anything—anything—to be her again.

Even just for one more day.

One more conversation. One more hug. One more chance to be in your presence without knowing it would end.

But I can’t go back. I can’t undo the loss. I can’t unknow what I know now.

I can only look at who I used to be and ache for her. For the version of me that had you. For the life I lived before I knew what it felt like to lose you.

I’m jealous of my own past.

And I’ll spend the rest of my life missing the person I was when you were still here.

Credit: Aimee Suyko - In Their Footsteps

04/20/2026

When a dragonfly dances past on gossamer wings, I like to think it’s heaven sending down a kiss — a gentle brush of love from someone we miss.
They don’t stay long, just a shimmer in the air, a flicker of color against the sky.
But in that quiet moment, my heart feels full.
It’s like God’s way of whispering, “You’re not alone. You’re still loved. You’re still remembered.”
So I pause, I smile, and I send a kiss right back.

04/19/2026

Faith and Patience

Waiting patiently for what we need and desire seems to be difficult for most of us. It is especially challenging if we are in pain physically or emotionally while we wait.? I read that God’s word contains more than 5,400 promises, so I think it is safe to say that He offers a promise of help and deliverance for any situation we face. Knowing that help is available gives us hope, but we usually find that, even though we release our faith to inherit the promises, we still have to be patient, because the answer doesn’t always come right away.
During times of waiting, our faith is tested, and we may experience doubt or fear that what we need or desire will never come. Be assured that God loves you very much and that His timing in your life will be perfect.🙏

04/18/2026

Memory Tables and Memory Collages
Remember your loved one with a memory table display. You can include significant items from your loved one’s life, including a bicycle, golf clubs, gardening tools, hunting and fishing gear, a musical instrument, a motorcycle helmet or jacket, knitting or sewing equipment…the possibilities are endless. Display special photos, certificates, achievement awards and other significant items in a customized memory collage.

04/17/2026

Make the time to spend with the ones you love.
Pick up the phone. Drive the miles. Stay at the table a little longer.
When the chance is gone, all we have left is the choice we made — either glad we did, or sad we didn’t.
I want mine to be glad ones.💗

04/16/2026

I did not write this and I’m not sure who did - but WOW does it speak to my heart!!! Worth the read. Don’t wait to read it later!

Barely the day started and... it's already six in the evening.
Barely arrived on Monday and it's already Friday... and the month is already over... and the year is almost over... and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed... and we realize that we lost our parents, friends.
and we realize it's too late to go back...
So... Let's try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time...
Let's keep looking for activities that we like...
Let's put some color in our grey...
Let's smile at the little things in life that put balm in our hearts.
And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left. Let's try to eliminate the afters...
I'm doing it after...
I'll say after...
I'll think about it after...
We leave everything for later like ′′ after ′′ is ours.
Because what we don't understand is that:
Afterwards, the coffee gets cold...
afterwards, priorities change...
Afterwards, the charm is broken...
afterwards, health passes...
Afterwards, the kids grow up...
Afterwards parents get old...
Afterwards, promises are forgotten...
afterwards, the day becomes the night...
afterwards life ends...
And then it's often too late....
So... Let's leave nothing for later...
Because still waiting see you later, we can lose the best moments,
the best experiences,
best friends,
the best family...
The day is today... The moment is now...

04/15/2026

There are still moments I go to tell you something, then the remembering washes over me — you aren’t here anymore, and I miss you all over again.

04/14/2026

04/13/2026

“Did you know….An oyster that has not been wounded in any way does not produce pearls?
A pearl is a healed wound.

Pearls are a product of pain, the result of a foreign or unwanted substance entering the oyster, such as a parasite or a grain of sand.

The inside of an oyster shell is a shiny substance called “nacre.”

When a grain of sand enters, the nacre cells go to work and cover the grain of sand with layers and more layers to protect the defenseless body from the oyster. As a result, a beautiful pearl is formed!

The more pearls, the more valuable…

God never allows pain without a purpose.

What if your greatest ministry to others comes out of your greatest hurt or deepest wounds?

The hard things we may be going through now are really nothing in comparison to the glory that will be revealed in us later. (Romans 8:17-18)”

🤍-author unknown

04/11/2026

Family Album
By Virginia Carlson
Artist Galina Gladkaya

Let there always be a reason
To create a picture book
Filled with memories and photos
Upon which we may look

Let the faces that we gaze upon
Bring laughter, tears, and joy
Unfolding special moments
In a history to enjoy

And hopefully, as years pass by
In a future yet to come
This little book of photos
Will reveal where we've come from

For we carry deep within us
All that's gone before
Receiving from our ancestors
Gifts and traits galore

Reflected in the way
we express ourselves today
A very special you and me
In each and every way

What a wonderful remembrance
To share with family
An album filled with pictures
From a growing family tree

A reason to give thanks
For the talents we possess
Our gifts of heritage
For which we've been so blessed

And let us all remember
In this keepsake made with love
The Source of all these treasures
Comes from God above