We're in the season, the cold season. For the past month, at least two of us have been sick. When it seems like everyone is improving, another illness seems to spring up. Last night was no different. I spent most of the night partying. Well, the partying I refer to is administering nebulizing treatments or taking temperature readings, rectally if I may add. Not a pleasant experience for "someone" who is passing time in her crib right now (hint).
For the moment, I am holding ground, but only for the help of antibiotics. Since our move to Florida, it's been a non-stop deluge of sinus/bronchitis infections. A mutual friend of Waldo and I said to me "but you own this town" as I explained to him (between coughing fits) how miserable it's been since my arrival. Our friend was referring to "my roots", but honestly I think I have lost my third-world country resilience the day I stepped on a plane, many decades ago, to follow the American dream.
At any rate, the day has begun for me and I am not yet feeling the caffeine effects of the coffee I have been sipping for the past hour. My "feline assistant" who I depend on for some sort of morale support when Waldo is not around is of no use to me either. He has decided to plop himself down on the bed and do what he does best, sleep.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Into the Arms of God
There are times in life when certain individuals are brought to you to fulfill a specific purpose. Once accomplished, they leave as quickly as they came.
On my way to the Y yesterday I turned on the radio and found out that the Monseigneur that I had assisted in the past and who baptized Toddler S this past Labor day week-end passed away. God called him home during mass. Specifically, as he was about to consecrate the gifts. For someone who gave his entire life to the Lord, what an honor to return to Him in this manner.
I remember during the christening where Monseigneur described what was happening within Toddler S's soul, which was invisible to us. He said how Jesus, who died so that we may live, was coming down into her soul and eradicating the evil that was in her inherited by original sin. He later went on to state that our destiny is to be with Him for eternity and noted that he couldn't wait to be with his parents forever. God, who always listens and watches, honored His servant's wish.
What a true blessing to have had our child be the last baptism he performed on earth. I will miss seeing your warm face and listening to words of hope, but know that you will keep a close watch on our family for the rest of our days.
On my way to the Y yesterday I turned on the radio and found out that the Monseigneur that I had assisted in the past and who baptized Toddler S this past Labor day week-end passed away. God called him home during mass. Specifically, as he was about to consecrate the gifts. For someone who gave his entire life to the Lord, what an honor to return to Him in this manner.
I remember during the christening where Monseigneur described what was happening within Toddler S's soul, which was invisible to us. He said how Jesus, who died so that we may live, was coming down into her soul and eradicating the evil that was in her inherited by original sin. He later went on to state that our destiny is to be with Him for eternity and noted that he couldn't wait to be with his parents forever. God, who always listens and watches, honored His servant's wish.
What a true blessing to have had our child be the last baptism he performed on earth. I will miss seeing your warm face and listening to words of hope, but know that you will keep a close watch on our family for the rest of our days.
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