This morning ... like yesterday morning ... the cemetery was blanketed in a lovely pre-dawn cover of frost. And the eastern sky looked cold but fine with color.
Oh Momma how you would love the sight ...
Perhaps God willing you do still ...
I love you Momma ...
I'm on my way to work. OOR said that we should stay at our tasks and do our duty till death claims us. Certainly that is what you did Momma. May I do so as well by God's Grace.
But oh ... oh oh oh ... oh I miss you so so much Momma ...
Charles Delacroix
Tuesday in Week 1 in Ordinary Time
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