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.
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.
I am sitting at my desk, looking out my window on this spectacular Sunday morning. The sun is just over the trees, and the sky is a serene, light blue, with a wisp of white. Our leaves have not changed yet, but one lone slurry of red in my sightline directly across the street.
I woke up at 9:15 this morning. I already know nobody is home, so I laid in bed for a while. At 9:40, I headed downstairs to an empty house and made myself a cup of coffee in total peace and quiet. Today, I am 58.
All of a sudden, I stopped falling. It felt like someone caught me. My sister’s face was as white as a ghost. She saw me be placed gently on the rocky ground, only no one was visible.
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.
Today on Twitter, somebody tagged me in a thread asking if I could pick a superpower, what would it be? That was easy for me … my power would be extraordinary hugs! What do I believe can solve most problems in the world? A smile and a hug.