I drank the last of Mom's cranberry juice a few days ago. I was only drinking a little every now and then; she drank several small cups a day. "It's good for me," she would say.
It was actually painful to put out the empty container in the trash can. But I've decided to get some more cranberry juice. After all, Momma, you said it's good for you. Good for me too, I think.
I love you Momma.
I love you Jesus.
Please Lord Jesus ... take good care of my Momma.
Love,
Charles Delacroix
Monday of Week 33 in Ordinary Time
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