Hearing Voices The door to a dark room opened before me and there sat a boy reposed on an antique wrought iron bed with the glare of the TV shining on his face. The blue light revealed his annoyance at being disturbed amidst watching an important surf movie. "This is your husband," I heard a voice in my head speak. What?!?! I was 11 going on 12 years old and this monumental message floated straight into my consciousness out of nowhere. About this song: It is uncanny how this
Around this time of year when the late-summer sun bakes my skin and makes my eyes squint from its blaring radiance, I long for the cold, emerald waters of the Yuba River. There is nothing like it. The south fork of this majestic, gold-mined waterway in the Sierra Nevada Mountains in Northern California still holds treasures beyond description. For our family, those treasures are tied up in the person who made this river alive for all of us. Hilary had been going to this sacre
Earlier this year, we uncovered a glowing letter of recommendation written for Nathanael after he graduated from the University of Puget Sound in 2000. I remember Professor Dan White very well as I (not N) called him the Great White due to the rigor of his upper level English courses (hopefully he would not mind learning this-- we held him in highest regard!). He was an exceptionally intelligent, challenging, and kind professor who pushed us to think and write far beyond what
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.
On July 5, 1779, just three years and one day after the American colonies declared independence from Great Britain, Nathanael’s and Fee’s 6th great grandfather and Johnny’s 5th, Naphtali Daggett was residing in New Haven, Connecticut as a professor and former president of Yale. It wasn’t difficult to find information on this special forefather as his story and sermons are well-preserved. We were amazed to learn he was Yale’s first professor and first pastor of the college chu
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
We are so grateful for this day you were born 40 years ago! You are home now, but all the gifts and lessons you taught us help us everyday. You are a genius, N! We thank God for you and thank you for all the ways you still care for us with your amazing advice that rings in our heads daily. I’m finally taking my B6! You were pretty much right about everything! Say hi to Dewey and Cho! We’ll see you later! xoxoxox You were the most beautiful baby boy! And the sweetest guy aroun
Happy birthday in heaven, Hilary! Now you get to enjoy the fullness of this your favorite hymn with your son by your side. We love you and think about you both... all day, everyday. So glad you have both received the better part. Until we meet again in the fullness of His love.
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
It’s Nathanael’s birthday and I thought I’d share one of his favorite Psalms. This is one he specifically asked to be remembered by, but I wasn’t sure how or when would be best to share. Today seems fitting as I reflect on the INCREDIBLE man of God he was on earth and how much he loved God’s Word. I still find his scribbles and highlights in Bibles and notes of encouragement he wrote to me long ago--and God continues to use his annointed voice in my life. What an unparalleled
Here we are. Almost at the day that my Sweet Nathanael rode the Glory Train home to Jesus. Today is not his homecoming day. That will be tomorrow. Today marks one year from the last day I spent with my beloved. He was in hospice and it was the hardest and saddest time of my entire life…, but we were still together and I could talk to him. He still had breath and I could whisper in his ear. I actually don’t remember much of this day one year ago because I don’t need to or want
N had very few requests of me before he departed. But writing up a notice about his life in our University of Puget Sound (Tacoma, Washington) alumni magazine called ARCHES was one of his wishes. I finally did it. I’m posting it here on the 11 month anniversary of his departure which is a recollection of a very, very sad time for our family. Thankful he is free from all sorrow now. The actual article is here on page 48 of the ARCHES Spring 2016 edition or you can read below.
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It's been exactly eight months since my 37 year-old husband Nathanael went home to be with his Creator. Here is another profound poem which he wrote when he was about 20 years old attending the University of Puget Sound. I can't express how much we miss his brilliant, deep, and humble heart... and his gracious smile that could make dark clouds disappear. This was written long before he knew the depth and outcome of his suffering. We miss his incredible soul and look forward t
This is the most moving love letter I've ever read. It touched me deeply as it expresses so many things Nathanael verbally shared with me before he departed-- things he did not have time or energy to put into writing. The writer is Major Sullivan Ballou, a Union soldier who was killed during the first major battle of the U.S. Civil War on the plains of Manassas in Virginia. He was killed by Confederate soldiers at the Battle of Bull Run just a week after he penned this on Jul
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
A few years ago when I was complaining to Nathanael about a tingly throat that was starting up, he pondered, "Why don't you try some of my antiviral tea?" We had been married for almost nine years at that point so I was surprised to learn he had been withholding a secret recipe. But this was nothing new. N had a lot of health tricks up his sleeve, but due to his Lyme Disease brain fogginess combined with his general nutty professorialness he often forgot items in his inventor
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