Through all my thoughts at one, two and three in the morning, I cling to my rosaries and pray. Jesus died for all to give us hope and let us know in life and in death, the beautiful miracle of everlasting love is always there no matter where we are in the world. Just as anyone who passes away, is not too far away.
While growing up in the ’70s, the year 2000 seemed like science fiction and here it is 2023. The older you get, the more you realize those sci-fi books you read back in the day are more realistic fiction. It makes you wonder what’s to come but can’t dwell because you have to be in this moment of time.
I lost sight for a bit, but now I see more clearly than before. My connection is restored and I am going to do my darndest to never let that go again.
I have dealt with my child having cancer, lost family members, and good friends to the big C. But in an unexpected twist in life, it became my turn. I struggled with deciding if I was ready to share this but I do believe in the power of prayer.
How many thoughts ran through my mind as I was taking a walk through the woods this past week. I was looking for some solitude and doing my favorite kind of therapy by taking in an abundance of nature with music blasting in my earbuds.
How could I NOT write about this milestone? I can’t … so out of semi-retirement, I come. Perhaps, out of my winter funk is more accurate, but whichever, this is all about Joseph Alfred Riguzzi, gifted to me by God on a beautiful Easter morning too many years ago.
It’s been almost 3 months since I wrote a blog. When I last checked in, I was sharing stories from our two-week adventure through the national parks and the amazing beauty of the country we live in. I was almost done writing about my favorite hike when I stopped.
supposed to be a 12-hour drive, but it took 16. Because it was sooo long, I had my first attempt at taking the wheel. As luck would have it, this was about the time the wind started blowing furiously and stayed that way.