With Dad settling into his routine, I'm thrilled to report we are all gaining our sea legs. (Saturday and Sunday nights, I slept in my own bed!!!) Dad's currently down at his farm working on 'the books' and life is quickly falling back to a somewhat normal pace. I look back on my last blog and hang my head in shame. Every time I felt that 'ick' begin to rise, I prayed. Which is not an easy thing for me. But I think I have finally found something to pray to! Something that is totally safe, non-threatening, and without judgement. My Poppy a.k.a. Grampa K.
Poppy died when I was about 6, but the few short years of memories I have of him leave me with an absolute faith that he's the one person I know who was about as wonderful as they come, completely loving, totally fun, and just amazing. So instead of God, I call on Poppy. And I think it's working.
So, back to that 'ick' from a few days ago? While perusing the blogosphere, I found this gem on the Yearning for God blog:
Is it just me or does that totally speak to the core of our Human Condition?
I never new my grand parents on either side but some of the stories I was told lead me to believe I would of like them, most of them :o(
ReplyDeleteLove the cartoon.
Great cartoon!
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