I often think of what my Daddy would think when things have happened in the world since his death almost 18 years ago. He died young, and when I was almost 18 years old. Daddy was silly, smart, a gentleman, opinionated, hot headed, etc and so forth. He could make you feel like the most important person in the room, and loved my sister and I fiercely. He also loved Jesus and America. My life would have most likely been much different had he lived, but he needed his angel wings and not to be in pain. I stopped wishing to change the will of God long ago where that’s concerned. When I picture him in Heaven, I picture his Hawaiian shirts and him wandering around talking to people. When my grandmother passed away four years ago this January, I haven’t allowed myself to imagine their reunion after so many years apart until this moment, but I know it was one for the Heavenly history books. When I thought I wouldn’t make it on multiple occasions over the last 5ish months, I pictured my reunion with them too. A friend said to me not long ago when I told her the full scope of what has transpired with me medically that It is a miracle I’m alive, and that my work here is just not finished yet. My reunion with my relatives in Heaven by blood and not will wait it seems. When I went to Mass today after a full morning of therapies I thought of what my friend said. I thought of the world in which we live. I thought of the country of my birth. I thought of those I love. I thought of mistakes I have made. I thought of pain and my new normal. I thought of babies born and to be born to my friends and babies lost. I thought of friends I have known through the years. I thought of Mary, Jesus’ mom, since today is a day for her. I thought of killing, the poor, the oppressed, the destitute, violence. I realized sitting there on the front row of my parish home that the person on the crucifix I was staring up at above the tabernacle is the ultimate judge, listener, and protector and to cast it all on him. He wants to hold us up. To return to Him and walk toward Glory to feast at a Heavenly banquet. I think Daddy would cast his cares on Jesus. I think he would sit and ask Him questions in a pew if he weren’t up in Heaven to ask Him face to face. Gods peace and love to you all, blog readers.
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