Love shouldn't hurt!
This Sunday, Sept. 25, a candlelight vigil will be held at North School Park in Arlington Heights at 6:30pm. There will be a mass at St James at 5:00, then people will walk to the park. This is an extremely moving vigil. Domestic violence occurs in the best and the worst of families. It crosses all socioeconomic boundaries, affecting rich and poor alike. It is the leading cause of injury and death for women. Perhaps you know of someone who is a victim. If so, please don't be afraid to reach out to them. You may be the support they need and are unable to ask for.
Love shouldn't hurt!
I have no tolerance for bullying. And when I see it happening to children it enrages me. What is it that makes an adult do something like this….is it all about power, control, just plain cruelty??? Does the bully feel better about themselves? Somewhere deep inside a bully they must realize what they do.
I recently heard of this happening in a school….the bully was the teacher. That child will remember it for the rest of his life, and at the tender age of 6 their self esteem has already been injured.
But bullying happens outside of school, too. It happens to adults who are shyer, easily intimidated, unsure of themselves; to the elderly. Sad are the times when it takes place within a family unit, the place that should be safe. How I wish I had a way of stopping ALL bullying….not realistic, I know. But I can pray that it will subside.
48 years ago I married the love of my life. I have never regretted this. Rather, I have been blessed with a man who is loving, selfless, gentle, kind, funny, generous, balanced…..and handsome of course. All that aside, we have stood by each other in the good times and the bad times. Hopefully our children and grandchildren have learned from our example. I am so grateful for the
love of this man.
Every morning the man comes to morning mass. He is a tall, burly man…..and he wears the most beautiful smile every day! To enter the church you have to climb a steep flight of stairs. The "man" isn't stopped by that….even though he is somewhat hunched over and walks with a cane. Every step is an effort, but he does it. When he enters the church his radiant smile warms our hearts. Ever so slowly he places the cane next to the pew then sits down….a deep sigh is heard. Once again he has arrived at his destination and he is so happy.
So you must wonder why am I writing about an ordinary man with a cane….right?
I admire this man for his perseverance and commitment to spend part of the morning at mass….irregardless of his limitations.
Do we persevere in the midst of turmoil, holding on to a cane so as to help with the struggle?
What ARE our struggles. Do we seek out our God for answers or just let it be?
My husband and I have been in the throes of clearing out my Mom's house. She died 16 years ago but had allowed a friend to live there until their death. Well, the person died….
97 years old!
My mom had lived there for over 45 years, so the accumulation of "stuff' has presented us with an arduous task. But, it's cleared out now and on the market. During the clean out I came across family pictures from the 50s. The past two days I have been going thru her albums, separating things for me, my brother, and my aunt (Mommy's sister). I've come across beautiful pictures of my Great Grandmother and Great Grandfather, both of whom were deceased before I was born. Also, there are pictures of cousins I never knew. It's been somewhat of a treasure going through them all.
The box I found these in said: TREASURES.
Where are your treasures?
I LOVE fall, but I don't love the allergies that accompany it for me and zillions of others! I had been taking walks outside until the other day when an allergist said allergies are the worst he has seen in over 30 years! He also went on to say that if someone has allergies, this is not the year to out walking. Swell, so now I find out.
When I garden, I always wear one of those masks you get at the hospital. In fact, my sister in law was walking by one day while I was out front, donning the mask. She wanted to know if I thought I was in Japan (you know, pollution and all).
Sooooo I don't think it would be too cool wearing it on a walk. I'd look like I have the plague!
I'm so very fortunate that I have a health club I go to where there is a steam room. Wish I could stay in it for an hour every day, but I'm grateful that I have that luxury.
I wish you an itch free, sneeze-LESS week!!!
It was such a beautiful fall day today so I decided to visit one of my favorite outdoor places in Des Plaines…..on the grounds of Maryville School, tucked in the back is the shrine to Our Lady of Guadalupe. The shrine is surrounded by flowers that people bring and scores of lit candles. There are always people there meditating, saying a rosary or just sitting in awe of the miraculous event it represents. I love watching the people, so devout and faith filled. It's not unusual to see mothers holding babies and little toddlers holding flowers. It's a beautiful sight to behold.
The prayerfulness of the people is amazing. Like pilgrims they make these visits daily. Such unwavering faith astounds me….and reminds me of the power of prayer.
"A mother holds her children in her heart forever."
16 years ago my wonderful Mother died in her sleep at the young age of 74. It was tragic for all of us who loved her. My mother was the most forgiving, loving, understanding person I've ever known. My mother was also my friend and confidant. She was selfless and generous, always willing to help others in need. And she was a HOOT! Maybe a wee bit quirky ….(think of Lucille Ball)…..truly a beautiful woman inside and out.
I miss her very much, but I am so grateful for the relationship we had and the strong bond which never broke.
Heaven is a brighter place with you there, Mommy.
Most people can recall exactly where they were, the time of day, maybe even what they were wearing when the twin towers were hit. I recall looking at the tv, confused and wondering what this movie was….because, of course, it couldn't be REAL. Our country is safe; we're secure here. After all, we live in America! How quickly these thoughts changed to….was safe…and secure…
It's been 15 years since the towers were struck down….and 15 years that the families of the 3,000 victims have had to walk each day without their loved ones. How can it be!
Jim and I have been to the site of 911 several times, and each time it's as if I want to shake my head and make it all go away.
As we walk through our day let us embrace those who have died in our hearts. Let us reach out to those poor families, because, you see, that loss NEVER goes away. The aching heart might have moments of less aching. But in the end, my friends, the horror of that day can never be erased.
Let us live our days praying for those who have suffered such incredible losses.
Our 13 year old granddaughter, Erin, was given a huge project to complete within 8 days. She had to create her family lineage (tree). The information requested included jobs, place of birth and death, interesting facts, stories….
Well, we are fortunate in that my sister in law, Kathleen, worked on a family history for 10 years, then had it printed. Yet, with all the info I have, it doesn't seem I have as much as I would like! For Erin it was fascinating to read the details from waaaaaaaaay back in our family history.
Now creating this tree isn't an easy task. But Erin delighted in doing it. Several of her great great great grandparents go back to arriving in the US via Ellis Island in NY.
She learned about the French connection in my maternal grandmother's background, the Bavarian heritage in my father's family, and, of course the strong Scot/Irish/English heritage throughout my husband's family and my mother's family.
I wish she had been given more time, because we could have gone deeper into the lineage.
As for me, I'm now copying pictures from long long ago for her to add to her tree. It's amazing how many similarities there are in people who are living now.
In reading through all of this I wonder what it would have been like to really know these people, to have lived in their era.
Back to the "drawing' board……….
Rusty married her high school sweetheart, Jim. They have four children and seven adorable