6. May 12, 2025 Monday XX

Woke up this morning to moderately heavy rain, but by noon we were back to blue skies and puffy clouds. Scoots has been self-secluded in our bed all day. She looks okay, just having a lazy day, I guess! As of late I’ve begun re-editing our 2016-2017 blog, not that anyone will ever read it, just something intelligent to do to pass the time away. It’s difficult being in the future to write, knowing that in a few years my mom, Dennis, Carla’s brother and Carla will all pass away. I’ve been editing a couple of the blogs to make mention of what the future was going to hold for members of our family.

We all know death is inevitable but seldom do we think to long about it, or that it will happen to a friend or neighbor, most likely. I made 3-promises to Carla months before she passed; she would not experience serious pain, no Hospice hospital and that I would not leave her side. The silent promise I made but kept to myself was that she would spend only a minimal amount of time in purgatory, if any. That one has turned put to be what occupies a good amount of my time each day since her passing. We’ve all been taught, either in school or Sunday school, that the person to emulate is our Lord. But, dang, he’s a hard act to follow. We all try, however.

Carla working on Covid masks for the campground

I’m a believer in that train of thought as well, but after having spent 35-years with Carla, I find trying to emulate her, in her everyday life is a good precursor to emulate, to begin with, and then move on to the One Who’s perfect in all He did. We have both tried to take advantage of every plenary indulgence possible, and I do believe we probably scored at least a couple of times, so that’s kind of reassuring, but there’s no way to know for sure how much “bad baggage” you have to settle up for on the other side.

I keep asking for a sign from above that Carla has made it to Paradise, but, to the best of my knowledge, no sign has come forth. This tells me she probably hasn’t made it yet, but the communication lines between here and there are barely recognizable. I’ve inundate the heavens above with prayers, masses and other initiatives, but am not losing hope. I do accept that I will never know until my time comes around.

Going to call it quits for today and read Carla’s journal about her in Milan.