At the end of every year I bring you the top 10 Michigan sports stories. This list will be a little Tigers-heavy, because the Tigers made more news than anyone else in the state.
The past year has been full of changes for a local community substance abuse prevention coalition — including a new name and a new coordinator. The group formerly known as Drug Free Montcalm now bears the moniker YOUTHINK Montcalm, a play on words with a focus on local youth. The coalition is a branch of Cherry Street Health Services.
Read the funeral notices for Saturday, Dec. 28, 2013.
Bob was introduced to the drug culture at age 11; the person making that introduction was his father, a hardcore alcoholic and marijuana user. A typical Friday night saw Bob’s rural Montcalm County home filled with his father’s friends — his mother had left years earlier — playing cards, drinking, smoking pot. Many of them would still be there Saturday morning, passed out on the sofa or living room floor. When they came to, Bob says, the party would start again.
Fifteen-year-old Heidi had no idea what it was when her mother opened her palm and told the teenager to “try this.” But as the drug reached her bloodstream, she didn’t really care what it was.
Read The Daily News Funeral Notices for Friday, Dec. 27, 2013
BELDING — Elizabeth Wittenbach of Belding has grown up as part of the apple industry. Her grandparents, Ed and Linda Wittenbach, and her parents, Mike and Marnie, are growers at Wittenbach Orchards on 225 acres in Belding that began as a dairy farm. Elizabeth, 19, will now represent both the apple industry and her family’s [...]
Read The Daily News Funeral Notices for Thursday, Dec. 26, 2013
A small gesture of kindness can go a long way, as two local college students recently discovered. Krysti Jolley, 18, is a student at Montcalm Community College (MCC) who one day hopes to become a veterinarian, but in the meantime, she continues to take her mandatory classes and work on the side to eventually pay off her financial aid.
Life is a journey bereft of maps, navigated without compass, sextant or global positioning satellites; from cradle to grave there is no sure thing, no guarantee, no promise that — should you do this and this — certain outcomes are your due. We are all motes upon a larger mote, circling a still larger mote as it hurtles through the empty blackness of space; the best we can hope for is to share what love and light we have, while we still have it. Rarely are these rough truths so apparent as at Christmastime, when the disparity between those who have and those who have not is thrown into stark relief.