I spent some time at the funeral home making arrangements for a permanent grave marker. I really felt good about the outcome ... and yet part of me was screaming, "No, No, this isn't right ... she should be here and now ... why oh why am I arranging a grave stone?"
I have no answer. But "it is what it is". Thy will not mine be done, O Lord.
And Lord please please please ... take good care of my Momma ...
I love you Lord
I love you Momma
Charles Delacroix
Wednesday of the 34th Week in Ordinary Time
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