and everything nice.
It’s hard to grasp what I can take away from sifting through pages and pages of medical records. I had questions, but they remain unanswered. It was not what I expected.
After reading through a seemingly endless list of tumors (and the damages caused by the tumor), a trip to church was warranted. I listened and waited for understanding. I got nothing of the sort… or did I?
When I think, or perhaps meditate on it, there was one take-away message from today’s service. Having searched the records, I believe I have come to a point where the only answer is this: it’s now time to search my heart for forgiveness.
I’m not expecting to forget, but I do think that by forgiving, I will be better able to get on with my journey.
There are people who you know will be there when you need them. When you arrive at work in tears, they’ll wrap their arms around and remind you that you are loved.
They might even head down to the front of the building and gather up a bouquet of sunshine to remind you to be happy when skies are gray.
Winners never quit and quitters never win.
It’s been a tough season. We’ve lost plenty — including last night. But these boys do what they are told as best they can and they were told not to quit.
Day 1 of the basketball tournament and the boys finish off game #2 in the lead.
YaYa likes to ask off-topic questions during mass. More often than not, these questions come to him during the eulogy. This is especially true if I am focused and following the topic. “Wait!” I tell him in my most firm whisper.
Well this past Sunday YaYa grew more and more impatient; he could not wait for the priest to finish his long-winded spiel. I handed him a donation envelope and pen. He wrote “What about BoBo and the Air Force or Navy?”
YaYa overheard my recent telephone call with his brother who is growing increasingly impatient with the delays slowing up his application to the Air Force. Well, I was successful in easing YaYa mind but that was Sunday. Today is a new day and a new story.
Wednesday actually, BoBo sent a text message to complain about another delay. He was all set to be sworn in on Thursday, then was told it would not happen until April. This all wouldn’t be so bad except BoBo is also impatient.
He informed me that he was meeting with an Army recruiter later in the day. *GULP*
Immediately, I got Jeff on g-chat. He educated me a bit, humored me, and basically talked me off the ledge. While chatting with Jeff, I sent text messages to my son – throwing ideas and thoughts from the chat BoBo’s way. Then, I ended both sessions and returned to work – hoping and praying that whatever happens will turn out for the good.
It’s now Thursday and I still haven’t heard the update. I am hoping that isn’t a bad sign. Now, I who’s the impatient one? Maybe it runs in the family.