I took a day off from work ... felt so low ... horrible ... but oh what a good day. Good in the sense that despite myself O Lord you brought me so many, many good things.
Momma ... Spooky and I went to Woodward Park ... and the late roses smelled oh so lovely, just intoxicating ... the longing they evoked was so strong ... oh God oh Momma ...
But I saw this same little bunny at the Rose Garden as last week ... oh Momma you would have loved it ...
And now ... I have Casablanca on ... and it's perfect, always perfect ... it's you Momma, your world ... the Greatest Generation ... oh God how I miss Momma ... how I miss you all ...
And yet thank you thank you thank you Lord for giving me this day ... this Momma ... this everything.
Everything ...
And if I just remember my goal today ...
To respond to Momma's passing with as much authenticity & integrity as I can muster ...
That's it, that's it ... nothing more ... just for today, O Lord, this is I think Your Call ...
I love you Momma
I love you O Lord
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Charles Delacroix
Eve of the Feast of St Romuald
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