A news article caught my eye today and reminded me of the tragedy at the University of Utah in August 1999, when my good friend Scott's little sister, Amy Quinton, was brutally murdered in her home. She was a student at the university and her murder shocked the community and devastated her family. I had only met Amy once and she was a sweet young lady who had the whole world in front of her. Scott asked me if I would write a poem to be used in the funeral program print-outs. I was honored to do so and this is the poem I wrote. To this day, Amy's murder is still a cold case waiting to be solved. 

 

Amy’s Song

 

There has come a time, there’s no explanation,

I find nothing to say, my language is broken.

A loss of words, A flow of emotions,

That is often felt, but never spoken.

 

To give an example, just think of me

And ask yourself - what I think of you.

 There’s no spoken answer, it leads us to wonder,

How something untold could be true.

 

But then deep inside with a swell and a tingle,

I know that our love is beyond words.

 Such beautiful lyrics of the family I love,

Is like singing the song of the birds.

 

That wonderful sound that’s heard from the trees,

To some is just talk that birds know.

 But I believe it’s love being sung from above,

If we listen, the way it will show.

 

And knowing that song is like knowing my love,

It is sent from Heaven above.

And nothing is greater, than the feeling you’ll get

When you learn that God’s song sings my love.

Big Brother

Being an older brother has been one of the most meaningful experiences of my life. I’ve always tried to set a good example—imperfectly, perhaps—but with all my heart. This photo brings back a flood of memories and emotions. It was taken on my 16th birthday in July 1985, during a summer spent in Alaska with my older sister Melinda and a few of my youngest siblings.

Though I missed the rest of our family back in Idaho, I felt something that summer I truly needed: peace, joy, and a sense of belonging. I didn’t know then how much would change in the months ahead.

Not long after this picture was taken, Melinda left to live with friends. And the following July, our family experienced a tragedy that would reshape my life. At just 17 years old and entering my senior year of high school, I found myself stepping into a caretaker role for my younger brother and two sisters. With my dad working hard to support us, I became the one holding things together at home.

It wasn’t easy, and I grieved the normal experiences I missed out on. But looking back, I’m deeply grateful for the bond that formed between me and those three little ones. The love we share is something I treasure to this day. I carry it with me always.

John, Heidi, and Rebecca — thank you for bringing so much light and happiness into my life. Thank you for your patience, your love, and for sticking with me through my mistakes. Being your brother is a true honor. I love you all dearly.

Barbed Temptation

 "Barbed Temptation"

A shimmer dances on the stream,

A silver flash, a waking dream.

It spins and dips with practiced grace,

A thing of beauty, false in face.

Feathers tied with careful hand,

Threaded lies to help it land.

Glinting hook and tinsel thread—

A promise sweet, where danger's spread.

The trout below, with cautious eye,

Surveys the drifting, dancing fly.

It mimics life—enticing bait,

It stirs a hunger, tempts a fate.

So too in life, the lures are cast,

By currents deep, both slow and fast.

Temptations gleam in every shade—

In gold, in power, love betrayed.

They twist and tug on want and pride,

With flash and flair they pierce and hide.

Yet once they're bit, the truth comes fast:

The hook sinks deep. The die is cast.

But wisdom waits like deeper pools,

Beyond the shine, beyond the fools.

To know the lure, and not the bite,

To swim past glitter toward the light.

So be the trout who learns to see—

That not all shining things are free.

For beauty oft is just disguise

For hooks concealed in hollow lies.