Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
7 Quick Takes
1. Our daughter is home from her mission trip to Brazil. Yes, she fell in love with a Brazilian boy. He's 7 though, so they are not running off together anytime soon. She loved being there and enjoyed her time with the kids the most.
2. I have been taking in my skirts. Yesterday I was bored waiting for Elisa to get home, so I decorated one of my skirts with rows of little flowers about half way down the skirt. Just a few rows, but it looks cute. My new machine has some embroidery stitches, so I figured, why not try it out?
3. Tomorrow is Elisa's graduation, welcome home and bon voyage party. Thankfully, the shopping will be done by my husband. I'll just cook and bake. The menu is: grilled flank steak, roast pork tenderloin, tortellini salad, quinoa salad, cole slaw, rolls, orange and blue cupcakes, chocolate chip cookies and some appetizers I can't recall at this time. Tonight I will be baking!
4. The death of someone you love changes you. I find myself having little patience at people's "problems" and not understanding people's obsession with material things. Life is so fleeting and meant to be lived with and in love. I have never been one to suffer fools, but now it is even worse.
5. This morning as I got ready for work I went into the pantry to get something for breakfast. Guess what I found? My cell phone. No idea how that happened to get in there and I have no children to blame. Absentminded? I guess so.
6. Since school is out, I often have the pleasure of my husband's company at morning Mass. It is a great way to start the day!
7. Rachel Balducci over at Testosterhome had a post about calling your husband DH when writing. I don't like DH, but 'hubby' really sets me on edge. I do like her thoughts, pop over and take a look.
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| For more, go on over to Jen at Conversion Diary |
2. I have been taking in my skirts. Yesterday I was bored waiting for Elisa to get home, so I decorated one of my skirts with rows of little flowers about half way down the skirt. Just a few rows, but it looks cute. My new machine has some embroidery stitches, so I figured, why not try it out?
3. Tomorrow is Elisa's graduation, welcome home and bon voyage party. Thankfully, the shopping will be done by my husband. I'll just cook and bake. The menu is: grilled flank steak, roast pork tenderloin, tortellini salad, quinoa salad, cole slaw, rolls, orange and blue cupcakes, chocolate chip cookies and some appetizers I can't recall at this time. Tonight I will be baking!
4. The death of someone you love changes you. I find myself having little patience at people's "problems" and not understanding people's obsession with material things. Life is so fleeting and meant to be lived with and in love. I have never been one to suffer fools, but now it is even worse.
5. This morning as I got ready for work I went into the pantry to get something for breakfast. Guess what I found? My cell phone. No idea how that happened to get in there and I have no children to blame. Absentminded? I guess so.
6. Since school is out, I often have the pleasure of my husband's company at morning Mass. It is a great way to start the day!
7. Rachel Balducci over at Testosterhome had a post about calling your husband DH when writing. I don't like DH, but 'hubby' really sets me on edge. I do like her thoughts, pop over and take a look.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Hungry (Falling on my knees)
This was one of our Communion songs at Diane's funeral. We didn't have drums :)
Friday, June 10, 2011
Pentecost Novena - Day 9
Today is the last day of the novena and we pray for the Fruits of the Holy Spirit. In other words, that the gifts be made manifest in us.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Pentecost Novena - Day 8
Wisdom is the most perfect of all the gifts of the Holy Spirit. Pray for an increase.
Death of a Friend
Yesterday afternoon at 4:04 pm Diane passed from this life into the next.
At about 2 pm, her husband Phil called and said the nurse had called and said it would be soon. I said I was on my way. As I pulling out of the parking lot my husband was pulling in; he parked and got into my car after I told him. As I pulled into the hospital parking lot our friend Tricia called and said she was just leaving work. We walked into the hospital and went upstairs. The sign saying "Check in with Nurse" was still on Diane's door; I ignored it. As a opened the door, the nurse came out of her chair to check who we were before allowing us in the room. We hugged Phil and sat down. Diane's breathing was shallow, but steady for the most part. We alternated between crying and quiet. Tricia finally got there; yes, the nurse stopped her too! Phil says to Diane, "Well, the gang's all here Diane." In my mind I kept seeing Diane, Tricia and me almost four years ago, in a different hospital, holding hands over her hospital bed and promising to stand with her and beat the odds of a 39 year old woman surviving almost stage 4 ovarian cancer. We didn't. But Diane, Tricia and I became like sisters by God's design and the journey.
A little before 4 pm the nurse came in and said she had orders to drain the fluid from Diane's belly to keep her comfortable, so we all left and went into the family room. Another friend was there waiting and praying. Phil got up after a bit and wandered back to Diane's room and we waited for the nurse to call us back.
Tricia saw the nurse motioning to us and got up, telling us to come. I'm not sure what Tricia said to the nurse, but then I heard "she passed" and Tricia saying, "what, she passed?" And the nurse nodding and touching our arms. We all began crying, and then moved to go to the room. Phil came out and we then we went in together to see Diane.
She was at peace. We cried, prayed, said good bye to her body. Another dear friend of hers came in to say goodbye. She and her husband had seen Phil as he was leaving the hospital to go tell the children.
In the end, she did not die alone, as was her desire. We were with her until almost her last breath and then she was alone with her husband, as is right.
I suppose by now, Diane has met God. My husband asked me last night, "Do you think Diane is done yelling at God by now?" I said, "She never had a chance to yell. She was overcome with such love she couldn't." She has maybe learned a few things and seen her family and friends already in heaven. Maybe she is in purgatory or maybe after all her earthly suffering it just took a second. Who knows? Time in heaven is not time on earth.
There are more stories to tell, but not now.
It was a journey I would have rather not taken, but would not have missed for anything.
At about 2 pm, her husband Phil called and said the nurse had called and said it would be soon. I said I was on my way. As I pulling out of the parking lot my husband was pulling in; he parked and got into my car after I told him. As I pulled into the hospital parking lot our friend Tricia called and said she was just leaving work. We walked into the hospital and went upstairs. The sign saying "Check in with Nurse" was still on Diane's door; I ignored it. As a opened the door, the nurse came out of her chair to check who we were before allowing us in the room. We hugged Phil and sat down. Diane's breathing was shallow, but steady for the most part. We alternated between crying and quiet. Tricia finally got there; yes, the nurse stopped her too! Phil says to Diane, "Well, the gang's all here Diane." In my mind I kept seeing Diane, Tricia and me almost four years ago, in a different hospital, holding hands over her hospital bed and promising to stand with her and beat the odds of a 39 year old woman surviving almost stage 4 ovarian cancer. We didn't. But Diane, Tricia and I became like sisters by God's design and the journey.
A little before 4 pm the nurse came in and said she had orders to drain the fluid from Diane's belly to keep her comfortable, so we all left and went into the family room. Another friend was there waiting and praying. Phil got up after a bit and wandered back to Diane's room and we waited for the nurse to call us back.
Tricia saw the nurse motioning to us and got up, telling us to come. I'm not sure what Tricia said to the nurse, but then I heard "she passed" and Tricia saying, "what, she passed?" And the nurse nodding and touching our arms. We all began crying, and then moved to go to the room. Phil came out and we then we went in together to see Diane.
She was at peace. We cried, prayed, said good bye to her body. Another dear friend of hers came in to say goodbye. She and her husband had seen Phil as he was leaving the hospital to go tell the children.
In the end, she did not die alone, as was her desire. We were with her until almost her last breath and then she was alone with her husband, as is right.
I suppose by now, Diane has met God. My husband asked me last night, "Do you think Diane is done yelling at God by now?" I said, "She never had a chance to yell. She was overcome with such love she couldn't." She has maybe learned a few things and seen her family and friends already in heaven. Maybe she is in purgatory or maybe after all her earthly suffering it just took a second. Who knows? Time in heaven is not time on earth.
There are more stories to tell, but not now.
It was a journey I would have rather not taken, but would not have missed for anything.
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| Tricia, Diane, me on Easter Sunday 2011 |
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Pentecost Novena - Day 7
Counsel gives us prudence in difficult situations. If you live in this world, surely you will pray for this gift.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Pentecost Novena - Day 5
Knowledge helps to inform our conscience and discern God's will. Pray that you grow in knowledge.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Novena - Day 3
What is more necessary for living the authentic Christian life than the Gift of Piety? Pray today.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
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