I have returned.
When I said I had a lot to do before Easter, I didn’t mention that those plans included a road trip to Tucson. Philip and I sponsored one more person in the Church at the Easter Vigil this year. We’re getting very good at this. We might have to start charging for our services.
Just kidding!
I do enjoy the Easter Vigil. I don’t mind how long it is, I just wish it wasn’t so late at night. Though this year mass started at a very awkward time. We had to be there at 5 PM for the 3 hour mass that started at 6 PM. Hello? Just when were we supposed to eat dinner? We ended up having an early first lunch then a later second lunch and all was well.
OK, so other than food issues, the mass was beautiful. I love coming in to a dark church and sitting there, listening to the readings chronicling man’s history without salvation. In the dark. Like us, during Lent. Then we get to the Gloria, the lights come on and we’re all standing and singing “Glory to God in the Highest…” It’s an awesome moment. Boo glanced over to me and said, “We made it!” It’d been a long, dark Lent and we were glad it was over. Glad to be living in the light.
Then…the best Gospel of the year – earthquakes and angels and empty tombs. He has Risen, Alleluia, Alleluia.
And onward to the baptisms and confirmations. This church does full immersion baptisms, which just so totally rocks. A good time was had by all.
On Monday, we headed home. The drive out to Tucson was fun, as we all looked forward to seeing our cousins and there were lots of new sights to see along the way. The ride home was painful. The scenery was exactly the same as it was 2 days earlier, the kids were getting on each other’s nerves and John Denver’s lyrics “It’s a long way from this place to Denver” kept running through my head. The wind was absolutely wicked on the way home, and on the last day we saw 2 semis that had tipped over in the wind. We came up on the first one after the sheriff did, but before all the other first responders. The driver was walking away with the help of the sheriff, thank God. Made us very nervous about passing semis for the rest of the trip. But we made it home safely.
The next day it snowed. School closing and late openings, soccer practice cancelled. Good to be home.
And now, I have some work to do on my blog. I need to upload a newer version of my template, then change the code to be what I want. Bottom line – my blog will be sporting coffee theme for a little bit while I work behind the scenes. Then it’ll be back to its usual Easter theme.
“Bless Lord, the people at Disneyland, because we want to be there, too.”
“Thank you for this nice house, which is better than a hotel, because you don’t have to be so quiet, because when mom and dad are watching tv, they are downstairs, but at a hotel they are really close.”
Amen!
Even though Epiphany was celebrated in church last Sunday, the original, official date is January 6th. (Remember back in the day when Epiphany was a holy day and it seemed like we were constantly in church from Dec 25 through January 6?) So if you haven’t already done your house blessing, it’s not too late!
Epiphany Blessing
All make the Sign of the Cross.
Head of Household: “Peace be to this house and to all who dwell here, in the name of the Lord.
All: Blessed be God forever.
Reader: In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things come to be through him, and without him nothing came to be….. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we saw his glory, the glory as of the Father’s only Son, full of grace and truth. (John 1:1-3.14)
Above the entryway to your house, write with chalk:
20 + C + M + B + 10
(This is the initials of the three magi -Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar – with the numerals of the new year surrounding them. C, M, B can also be interpreted as the Latin phrase “Christus mansionem benedicat” which means “Christ bless this house”.)
All: Lord God of heaven and earth, you revealed your only begotten Son to every nation by the guidance of a star. Bless this house and all who inhabit it. May we be blessed with health, goodness of heart, gentleness and the keeping of your law. Fill us with the light of Christ, that our love for each other may go out to all. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.
For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; And the government will rest on His shoulders; And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6
Merry Christmas from our family to yours. I hope your Christmas is filled with love, peace and hope.
Six years ago and half a world away, a sweet baby came into this world. We brought her home from the hospital on Christmas Eve and we all fell in love with her. God entrusted her to our care for just a short time, but we are so happy that He gave us the chance to love her and be loved by her in return.
Happy Birthday, Rebecca. Our lives are better for having had you.
How are your holiday preparations going? I don’t mind saying “holidays” instead of “Christmas” because there are many celebrations at this time of year, which include the Feast of St. Nicholas, St. Lucia Day, the Immaculate Conception, Our Lady of Guadalupe and continue through New Year’s Day and Epiphany.
This time of year can be so wonderful, the beauty of the decorations, the thrill of impending presents and the love and joy that abounds everywhere. But all that happiness and love and togetherness can be very difficult for those of us who have lost a child.
The phrase, “at least we’re all together” rings hollow when a child is missing from the gathering. All that merriness can be a bunch of bah humbug when your heart is broken. And all that talk of a child being born – ack, can it get any worse?
This coming Sunday, December 13 is the annual Worldwide Candle Lighting to remember the children who have died.
I would like to invite you all to participate. At 7 PM local time on December 13, just light a candle and keep it burning for one hour. In this way, we can create a wave of light for 24 hours to remember the children.
I ask you to do this for me, to remember our Rebecca. When you do, please say a prayer, not just for me, but for all the families who have been left behind. Please remember especially, those families who have lost a child this year. Please also pray for those who do not have a faith to rely on, or who have turned away from God in their grief. But lastly, please thank the Lord for those children who, though they stayed with us too briefly, brought us immense joy.
Five years ago today, our sweet baby Rebecca entered our Lord’s Heavenly Kingdom.
I’d like to say that it has gotten easier, but it hasn’t. You don’t really recover completely from the death of a child. It’s not the natural order of things. It’s just not right.
The pain does dull over time. It’s like a scar – it’s always there, a constant reminder. Sometimes it hurts so badly it feels like you’ll never be able to stand up. But as time goes by, it doesn’t hurt as sharply. But it never goes away.
Our family not only survives each day without Rebecca, but we are managing to thrive. Not because of some great inner strength, but because of faith. Our God has promised us that we will see Rebecca again and be with her for all eternity. We know that she is basking in His glory right now.
I’m happy for her. I really am. She was wonderfully and perfectly made and she is now free from all human trappings. She is the lucky one.
But I miss her. I miss her fat legs and soft cheeks. I miss the way I’d stroke her head while she nursed and she’d grab my hand. I miss her turning my cheek to kiss me. I miss the mischief in her eyes.
When an adult dies, we mourn for what used to be. When a child dies, we mourn for what should have been.
We’re busy getting ready to move. Not just move, but retire and buy a house, too. We’ve gotten rid of a lot of things and yet we still have a ton of stuff. I took down all the children’s drawings, awards and what-not they had taped to their walls, along with the Mickey Mouse Wall Stickers in the playroom. I keep crossing things off the list, but it doesn’t seem to get any shorter.
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We’ve been going to family grief counseling for a few weeks. It’s been helpful for all us, even though poking at the hurty spot is never easy. The counselor is working with me for PTSD. It’s weird to think that I have that, I thought I was the healthy one in the family! But it does explain the strange anxieties that have been creeping into my head lately. In a way, it feels better to know that they are caused by the trauma of Becca’s death, rather than me starting to go crazy.
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We’re flying to Colorado next week to buy a house. The children are not as excited as I thought they would be. They told me that they don’t want to move. We’ve lived here for 4 years and while they do remember living other places, we’ve all put down some roots here. Maybe after we have a house, it’ll be easier.
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When I told Pumpkin Girl’s piano teacher that we are moving, he said, “Oh no, not my piano prodigy!” I’m not sure what to make of that. I had suspected that she is gifted in piano, but I wondered if I was just seeing what I wanted to see. But then again…she’s got me as her mother. (toot toot) (that was me, blowing my own horn). I told her teacher that when she plays Carnegie Hall, we’ll be sure to invite him.
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Philip’s retirement ceremony is June 10th. I’m quietly freaking out about it. We need to choose a design for a cake. (Remember the cake at his last promotion?)We’re thinking about a big fish, with the words, “So long and thanks for all the fish”. But we’re not sure if enough people will get it. Another option is a thumbs up with the words “Well done”. Or a car driving away with “Outta here”. What do you think?
Pumpking Girl reminds me that I have been remiss in showing you all her First Communion banner. Bad mom!
She had her own ideas of what to include on her banner, but several of them were way beyond my drawing abilities or wouldn’t work well with felt. We took her basic idea, sketched some figures and while looking for a model of a dove, we found a sticker in her take-home pages from Religious Education that was what she wanted.
I cut, she glued.
We used the same foam letters that we used with Boo’s banner (I’ve blurred her real name out) and she was very pleased with the result.
Oh! I can’t forget – my mom brought me the class picture from my own First Communion. Check it out:
I took a picture through the frame instead of scanning it, thus the poor quality and the glare. But you get the point.
Pumpkin Girl made her First Communion on the day before Mother’s Day. She and I attended a retreat the weekend before where she did several crafts and we made unleavened bread together. It was a special treat to spend the afternoon with her.
The big day rolled around and her class and their families gathered together for breakfast at the church and a brief rehearsal. Then home for several hours and back for mass in the evening.
Boo got to serve mass that day, at his request. Just between you and me, he really does love his sister!
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