The other day I was recalling a funny story about Hilary to her best friend Clara. Hils was dropping me off at my middle school in Dana Point and decided to drive by the harbor on the way just for fun. She was always making boring things-- like trudging to school-- fun! Along we go by the boats and docks and all of the sudden she slams on the brakes and jumps out of the car and starts barking like a seal at the top of her lungs. I slowly get out and ask her what she’s doing.

Our Nathanael has been in heaven for three earlthy years now. Not a day passes by that we don’t miss his handsome broad smile, unpredictable witty remarks, quiet gentleness, deep Irish-Scottish soulfulness, unparalleled intelligence, childlike innocence, sweet tenderness, loving patience, and endless kindness despite his daily suffering and pain... all the fruits of the Spirit and so much more. As some have said, he was more like an angel than a human. No doubt he was the bra

It’s been one year since the departure of the most beautiful, full-of-life wife, mother and friend this world has known, Hilary Daggett. The world will never be the same without you, Chobert. Your heart for Jesus, your love for your family and friends, and your faith in the midst of fiery trials leaves us in awe. We know you are wearing a crown that matches your ancient Irish beauty. We are thankful you are free from pain and can finally be the mega-athlete you always were an

Today marks exactly two years since our beloved Nathanael left this earth and went Home to be with Jesus. There is no person on this earth quite like Nathanael-- the sweetest, smartest, handsomest, bravest, kindest, funniest, kookiest, cutest, best husband, son, brother and friend the world may ever know. A man whose golden smile lit up the darkest night, was worth travelling the world to see. With a heart as large as the Hebredean sky and a soul as deep as the storm-tossed o

Nathanael went gluten-free about fifteen years ago before it became the norm for those trying to filter out harmful food allergens. Not only did he teach us about the complications of digesting this complex protein, but also about the cascade of autoimmune reactions it causes. He even convinced his caregiver and friend, Maria, go gluten-free to decrease the inflammatory response from her Rheumatoid Arthritis. She did it and we literally watched as her hands went from swollen

On the morning of December 9, 1977, Johnny and Hilary Daggett got a phone call from a nurse at Hoag Hospital in Newport Beach, California. At the end of the call the nurse abruptly declared: "If you don't give a name for your son by 12 o'clock noon, I'm putting 'Baby Boy' Daggett on his birth certificate!" And she hung up. Johnny and Hilary's first child had been born four days earlier on December 5th, and being the relaxed hippies that they once were, they thought they could