25.07.15-Cat in the Hat Day

HI Love,

It’s gloomy outside, raining and thunder. Scooty is being very quiet but is eating. Highlight of the day is a call from Maurice, he’s in NC visiting clients. No desire to turn on the TV, not that there’s anything worth watching. Took a Lor and Tyl to no avail, but I’m not giving up on them. Starting reading the 2015 travel book only to find small but noticeable errors in the text. I will reprint when I get to it, but I have a gut feeling very few if any will sit and read it, I might be wrong.

Want, very much to talk to someone, maybe Mike or Cheryl. Abby texted a couple of times this week she’d not been feeling well at all, more than just being pregnant.

Going to quit before I get you down, is that possible in Paradise?

Began a new prayer initiative on 7-14. The readings take close to one-half hour and it goes on; not for 9 days, 9 weeks, 9 months but for 12 months. It’s an every day ritual, but I feel good about it. Every Monday evening, adoration at St. T’s., I sincerely ask for that special prayer, even if it be demanding, that I can say to give me an extra edge on redemption and salvation. You were so brave living through those months knowing the inevitable was a sure thing. But then, you lived a much more peaceful life than me. I read through the prayers and I do achieve peace of mind. Basically speaking, even if it performs 60%, that’s 60% more going for me than I have right now. The booklet  is Pieta, “My God, How I love Thee.” It’s compilation of St. Bridget’s Prayers.

I came into the Adoration Room and it was darker then usual. The folks before me did not show. Turned on the front set of lights and lifted the curtain from in front of the Monstrance, the item that contains the exposed Host. I said my usual prayers, spoke about you, the spoke about me. I was asking for that special prayer that will assist me in being as acceptable as possible at the time of my death. Being at the end of the family line is daunting. I’ve been in constant daily prayer and Masses since the moment you died. In my situation I probably won’t even be noticed for 2-3 days, if I’m lucky. The very last item I ask for is for Him to get back to me with an idea or two; I await for an answer but He is a God of few words, but I don’t give up.

This time, last Monday, on the seat I always sit in was the Pieta booklet. I read through it and it sounded doable. It was what I was asking for and it was there waiting for me. I said it that night and brought it home but will replace it, next Monday, with 4 copies.

Scoots will be Okay if the worst should happen to me. She’s got back-up food and a quart of water in the case something should happen to me. What I don’t have is someone to pray over my body, be it 2-3 days old. A call will be made and 911 will take me away and someone will read all the directives I have in plain view and cart me off somewhere, but that’s my problem. I know the Lord is tired of my asking for prayers for the deceased when I’m still “unceased.” But I just keep asking him if I can pay them forward due to my situation.

On the 14th, I mentioned I would tell you about the newly published books.  They’re going out as Christmas gifts since Christmas now, only has, a religious importance in my life. The Ozdarski’s will get a full set distributed amongst Karen, Pat, Jodi. MacDougall’s will also get a full set. I spoke to Joyce about it and she assured me the volumes will be taken out and read and not discarded for a long time…Just what I was hoping for.

Spellman will eventually get a full set as well. Other family members will get one-two each, I’ll have to see how soon they run out. Cori and Connie have been very good about checking up on me. Others will get at least one book, but still hashing that out.

Thank you for listening to me today. I was having a Jack Daniels day, that is if I had a bottle of JD on the shelf. I’m pretty much centered and back to normal, thanks to you.

Love you so much Sweetheart, Pray for me.

I want, very much to celebrate our 36th Anniversary together, with HIS permission.

Miss you, ME