The title of this post is the name of my parish. You know, blog readers, I think the oddest part about my time in this city has been that it feels like I’ve known the folks at the 12:10 Mass always. Literally. I forget that when I joke around with some of them that they have seen me progress from being on deaths door to recovering and becoming whatever version of my former self I’m meant to be physically. They don’t get my weird sense of humor, bluntness, or even know that much about me. They just know I’m suppose to be there too, spending time with God, and receiving life sustaining sustenance. Life is weird these days a lot of the time. I get so mad about nonsense because I’ve been surviving for so long I never got accustomed to fully turning over everything. I don’t trust folks as well as I should either. All that being said, life is full of tremendous joy more so than anything else. I’m so glad I’m alive to see it. ❤️
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