My family has been going through some tough stuff this past little while. My children’s grandmother has passed away. She was 94 years old, a happy, good, caring woman. She loved to laugh, to go shopping and to cook for her children. She lived a long, fruitful, strong Catholic life. She was a mother to me.
Each member of our family sits with our own memories, memories of our love for her, her love for us, memories of family times, some good and some not so good. Our household is kind of quiet these days. It is a place of sadness.
One thing that I notice about myself is that I tend to get a little too introspective. This is part of my MO anyway. I am a very introspective person. I never watch dramas or movies that could make me cry – I tend to ask other people’s advice on whether or not to watch something, on whether or not it made them cry. I always think, there’s been enough crying in my life – I certainly don’t need to cry on purpose.
Now is a...Read More