Through all my thoughts at one, two and three in the morning, I cling to my rosaries and pray. Jesus died for all to give us hope and let us know in life and in death, the beautiful miracle of everlasting love is always there no matter where we are in the world. Just as anyone who passes away, is not too far away.
While growing up in the ’70s, the year 2000 seemed like science fiction and here it is 2023. The older you get, the more you realize those sci-fi books you read back in the day are more realistic fiction. It makes you wonder what’s to come but can’t dwell because you have to be in this moment of time.
I lost sight for a bit, but now I see more clearly than before. My connection is restored and I am going to do my darndest to never let that go again.
How could I NOT write about this milestone? I can’t … so out of semi-retirement, I come. Perhaps, out of my winter funk is more accurate, but whichever, this is all about Joseph Alfred Riguzzi, gifted to me by God on a beautiful Easter morning too many years ago.
supposed to be a 12-hour drive, but it took 16. Because it was sooo long, I had my first attempt at taking the wheel. As luck would have it, this was about the time the wind started blowing furiously and stayed that way.
How does one begin to tell the story of the time their child was diagnosed with cancer? People usually call leukemia – leukemia. They say it like it is a disease unto itself, but it is cancer. It is a cancer of the blood.
Last week I wrote about being in a funk … admittedly, this week wasn’t much better. Every day seemed to come with more bad or sad news. Each morning, I got out of bed thinking it would get better, and ultimately there would be a text or news that would throw me back.
A year ago, I wrote a humorous blog about menopause. I poked some fun at the 50s and also mention a change in life for myself with the pursuit of writing. Since I started this adventure, it has also been a time to look back over and contemplate my life in these stories.