Hello my dear friends. As always, it is so good to read your postings. You are all so brave and strong, and you lift my spirits and make me think I can get through this, too.
Sandra, I hope you are feeling better. Don't worry about becoming addicted to the pain pills. Take them while you need them. Addiction is when you take them and don't need them. It sounded like your Easter was a bustle of activity with your church. They certainly are keeping you busy!! I, too, went to church and it did feel good. I need to be a more regular attendee. I feel down when I see couples my age holding hands, holding each other, etc. I am happy for them, but reminds me of my aloneness.
Irene, I you were in my thoughts on Phil's day. Glad to read that you, too have been staying active. I don't know what I'd do without my students. They keep my mind active and off the pity train. Love your baseball involvement. Isn't it funny how you were tough with your kids, but soft with the grandkids. I can't wait for that experience. I know Phil is definitely smiling as you participate in baseball again.
JackieJo,LOVE LOVE LOVE the red-tailed hawk story. A true Easter miracle. My close friend was going to take me to a clairvoyant a couple of weeks ago, but ended up getting too busy, but I am definitely going to put it in my plans. I pray this person is authentic. I have such a skeptical mind. It will take something very specific to make me believe this person is for real.
When JP was a day away from passing (I thought he was getting better..talk about denial) he jumped out of his hospital bed at full strength and ripped out all his tubes, catheters, etc. He was glassy eyed and he said, "I guess I better go get on my horse." I didn't give it much thought until after he passed I realized his favorite painting was ,"The End of the Trail" which we have the painting, a sculpture and two nightlights of that in our home. It depicts an Indian warrior on the back of his horse with his head hung over dying. JP loved that scene. (I never liked it.) Anyway, last week our school custodian's father was dying of lung cancer and my coworker said his last words were, "There's a man on a horse coming for me. I better go." Am I crazy to think that could have been JP?
I was driving home from running errands last Thursday and sadness just washed over me and I lost it. I went home and got in bed and cried for hours. Just out of nowhere...I had been having a good day up until then. Does this happen to all of you, too? Then I felt guilty because of what Our Lord went through and here I am being a complete wuss. EEGads...
You all are always in my prayers. Tina