iPhone entry. No reader glasses. Beware. Just sayin’. My son is having the time of his life. I checked the weather where he is. Major storm moving through. Last check-in from him was “going up the mountain, might not have connection”…sigh…no worries. I have consecrated that boy to Jesus and Mary more than once. They always have my back. Son sends me pics; I upload them to Walgreens; will be a nice keepsake for him. It just feels weirded letting go of the reins. Letting go at all. I am. I know it’s right. He earned his right to his beautiful life.
We are on a death-watch with my father in law. My poor, beautiful husband. He’s so strong and then just for a bit is not. I’ve been there/done that. It ain’t easy. No judging allowed. People die like they are born – uniquely.
Today is my parents wedding anniversary. I’m sure they cut a rug in heaven, complete with old fashions & jitterbugging 🙂 they were a beautiful combination. Strong, Irish, Roman Catholic. When my dad died, there was a wake. Not just any wake. An Irish wake. Talk about partying! I remember, as an 8-year-old, stopping in my steps, looking around, and genuinely thinking, “My dad died.” WTH? NOW, of course, with some years, experience, and wisdom under my belt, I get it. When I die, there damn well will be an Irish wake! Old fashions & beer for everyone!
So…so much going on. We took our daughters today to buy nice dresses for their grandfather’s funeral. He is their only grandparent.
Me? I just feel heavy. Heavy-hearted for my husband and family. Heavy-heavy because I have gained over 4 pounds. UNacceptable.
I couldn’t wait to spend time with Our Lord today. He so gets me.