Faith Hope and Hell

I know the title of this post suggest that Mother Teresa appeared to me in the middle of the night. She didn't, however that would be super amazing! This week was just a tough one for some reason. Some weeks are like that I suppose. One highlight was our middle child turned 21! Yay! I looked at my husband and said, holy crap we've raised two adults! How awesome is that? The youngest in our family will be 18 soon and then the one who this blog is mostly about will be 18 the end of May. Anyway, it's January and I always struggle with this month. The chaos of the holidays are over, everyone is trying to get back to normal whatever normal is. The weather is yuck, it gets dark early, I could go on and on. So it was a blah week and I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. A couple of Sundays ago, Fr. Fallon mentioned Mother Teresa in his homily. I hadn't thought about her in a long time. I decided I needed to read up on her and learn more about her as obviously she was an ama...

This morning I was busying myself in the kitchen making my lunch and just getting ready for my day. It's Monday, rainy, chilly Monday. She walked upstairs and said "Good Morning." I said, "Good Morning." She stopped and looked at me and said, "What do you think my mother tells people? Do you think she just says I ran away?" I told her that I wonder that too and I often think what they've told your paternal grandmother. Her dad's mom doesn't live in our community so they can pretty much tell her what they want and she'll never know the truth. Remember her mother's parents chose not to communicate with her and they definitely know what happened. They know what happened because first of all she told them, and second of all so did I. Anyway, I said, honestly it doesn't matter because people in our community know that parents don't do what your parents did. They just don't. Not without being sick people. I continued packing m...