Not All Love Is Loud
Some love shouts.
Some love sings.
Some love fills a room with warmth and words.
But some love…
the kind that carries families through storms and diagnoses and heartbreak…
is built in silence.
This is that kind of love.
And this is my dad.
Not All Hero’s Wear Capes
An Excerpt from Book 2 – Rising From The Ashes: The Healing Power Of Becoming
Not all love is loud. Some love is built in silence, in every quiet act of sacrifice.” Dad has never been the talkative one. That was always Mom’s job. And even now, despite her words becoming more slurred, despite the struggle that MSA has put in her way—she still finds a way to get in her sarcasm and quick-witted remarks. But Dad? He has always been the quiet strength. The rock.
Growing up, he and Mom had their separate roles, and they worked together seamlessly. She was the voice, the nurturer, the center of energy in the home. He was the provider, the steady worker, the one who held things together in his own way. But when MSA entered our lives, everything shifted. And without question, without complaint, without hesitation—Dad stepped up. Taking on Every Role Without Hesitation He became the homemaker. The cook. The cleaner. The groundskeeper. The husband, the father, the caregiver. He took on all the roles Mom had carried for decades, not as a burden—but as an act of love. He never once made it about him. Never once complained. I watch him now, knowing the weight he carries, knowing the exhaustion that must settle in his bones, and I want to ease his burden.
I’ve offered for them to move in with me—I’ve even prepared my home for one-level living—but my parents are determined to remain independent. And I understand that. It’s that same stubborn strength that runs in my veins, the same unyielding resilience that keeps us pushing forward. And because of that, Dad and I have grown closer than ever.
The Healing Project: Building the Sauna When my world feels like it’s falling apart, I build. Literally. I ordered a sauna kit, knowing I needed a new project—something tangible, something to pour my energy into when everything else felt overwhelming. And Dad? He was right there, along with the people who have become family to me. Rob’s stepdad, John—an electrician—helped wire everything up. My long-term tenant and dear friend, Rick, was by my side, as always. His wife, Tracy, jumped in too, because they’ve never been just tenants—they’re family. And then there was Julie—standing on her crutches with a broken femur, still helping stain the wood. It was one of those moments—a shift. A chance to stop focusing on what was broken and instead build something together. And it was even more special because it gave me something I cherish most: A full day, just me and my dad. We worked side by side, finishing the roof of the sauna, hammering in the cold December air. Our hands numb, our breath visible, our bones creaking—but laughing the whole time. We shared stories. We shared silence. And we built something beautiful together.
The Sauna was a sanctuary of healing. And when it was finished, when the last nail was hammered in, when we finally stood back and admired our work, I realized something: Dad has been building for me my whole life. Not just with wood and nails, but with his actions, his sacrifice, his love. He has been my compass—my silent support, always there, even when I wasn’t looking. And for that, for everything he is, I am forever grateful. “Some heroes don’t wear capes. They wear work gloves, carry burdens in silence, and love without needing to be seen.”
REFLECTION — The Love That Holds Us Together
There is a kind of love that changes the world without ever raising its voice.
A love that sacrifices quietly.
That carries weight without being seen.
That stays steady when everything else shakes.
It doesn’t ask to be noticed.
It doesn’t demand to be understood.
It simply remains.
This is the love that builds legacies.
This is the love that forms the backbone of families.
This is the love that reflects the heart of God Himself.
The Love That Stands in the Shadows
Some heroes don’t wear capes.
They wear work gloves.
They stand in kitchens at dawn.
They carry burdens in silence.
They love without needing to be seen.
Their strength is steady.
Their presence, a shelter.
Their love, a quiet flame
that warms the whole house.
DECLARATION — Rise. Rebuild. Become.
I honour the love that built me.
I cherish the hands that carried me.
I stand on the foundation I was given—
and I choose to build forward with the same strength.
For such a time as this…
I rise in gratitude.
I rise in love.
I rise becoming.
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