Wow that was a beautiful read you should write a book I see that gift! Praying for your speedy recovery I know it’s incredibly tough going through the process. I applaud your courage & transparency to share your journey with each of us! May the Lord protect & cover you to show you he is still there even when we don’t feel his presence. ❤️🙏❤️
Hey Chris, did you ever hear Aunt Red say “Strong like Hunkey Bull?”, lol you come from a family with plenty of grit, you inherited it and you and Maria passed it on to your boys. It’s fun to watch. Admire and remember the grit you gave them for encouragement. I really think you should compile your writings into a book and get it published. It would be informative and encouraging to many, and a great journal of beating the big “C”. I’m praying, love you bunches, Carole Lynne
Carole Lynne, your words brought a smile to my face and a lump to my throat. Thank you for that. I can still hear Aunt Red saying, “Strong like Hunkey Bull,” and you are absolutely right, grit runs deep in this family. From the hills of Pennsylvania to the heart of every Coyle I’ve ever known, that strength has been passed down like a birthright.
It doesn’t always come with fanfare or big speeches. Most times, it shows up in the quiet moments, in the way we keep showing up, keep loving with our whole hearts, and keep laughing even when life lands a few punches.
I’ve seen that same grit in our cousins. Some have fought their own battles with cancer, while others have faced different kinds of hardship, loss, heartbreak, challenges that would bring most people to their knees. And yet, every single one of them has approached their struggle with a plan, with purpose, and with a steady kind of conviction that tells you giving up was never even a thought.
It’s something remarkable, something deeply rooted in who we are. Maybe it’s in our blood, or maybe it’s something we absorbed from the stories, the hugs, the kitchen-table talks that shaped us.
When I needed my family, they were there without hesitation. They always have been. That is the kind of resilience I hope the world sees when they look at us.
And if putting these thoughts into words can help even one person feel less alone in their own fight, then maybe it’s time to gather them all and share them. I am going to publish something. I have a few ideas that I am still working on.
Thank you again for your prayers and for reminding me of where I come from and who I come from. That means more than I can say.
As I read this “issue” of your journal I keep hearing “Don’t Stop Believing” coming from the back of mind — appropriate, don’t you think. As you move down this trail others walk with you if only in spirit — you are always in our thoughts. Your family also walks with you: Maria and da boyz lift you up as no others can and know you appreciate them.
Wow that was a beautiful read you should write a book I see that gift! Praying for your speedy recovery I know it’s incredibly tough going through the process. I applaud your courage & transparency to share your journey with each of us! May the Lord protect & cover you to show you he is still there even when we don’t feel his presence. ❤️🙏❤️
Hey Chris, did you ever hear Aunt Red say “Strong like Hunkey Bull?”, lol you come from a family with plenty of grit, you inherited it and you and Maria passed it on to your boys. It’s fun to watch. Admire and remember the grit you gave them for encouragement. I really think you should compile your writings into a book and get it published. It would be informative and encouraging to many, and a great journal of beating the big “C”. I’m praying, love you bunches, Carole Lynne
Carole Lynne, your words brought a smile to my face and a lump to my throat. Thank you for that. I can still hear Aunt Red saying, “Strong like Hunkey Bull,” and you are absolutely right, grit runs deep in this family. From the hills of Pennsylvania to the heart of every Coyle I’ve ever known, that strength has been passed down like a birthright.
It doesn’t always come with fanfare or big speeches. Most times, it shows up in the quiet moments, in the way we keep showing up, keep loving with our whole hearts, and keep laughing even when life lands a few punches.
I’ve seen that same grit in our cousins. Some have fought their own battles with cancer, while others have faced different kinds of hardship, loss, heartbreak, challenges that would bring most people to their knees. And yet, every single one of them has approached their struggle with a plan, with purpose, and with a steady kind of conviction that tells you giving up was never even a thought.
It’s something remarkable, something deeply rooted in who we are. Maybe it’s in our blood, or maybe it’s something we absorbed from the stories, the hugs, the kitchen-table talks that shaped us.
When I needed my family, they were there without hesitation. They always have been. That is the kind of resilience I hope the world sees when they look at us.
And if putting these thoughts into words can help even one person feel less alone in their own fight, then maybe it’s time to gather them all and share them. I am going to publish something. I have a few ideas that I am still working on.
Thank you again for your prayers and for reminding me of where I come from and who I come from. That means more than I can say.
Sending ❤️and 🙏🏻
Jangus—
As I read this “issue” of your journal I keep hearing “Don’t Stop Believing” coming from the back of mind — appropriate, don’t you think. As you move down this trail others walk with you if only in spirit — you are always in our thoughts. Your family also walks with you: Maria and da boyz lift you up as no others can and know you appreciate them.
You are the storm,
Odin
You got this brother
❤️