5:55 PM, New Year’s Eve, it was cold outside and lightly snowing. I held my work phone to transmit via landline the days orders, returns, and comments on the accounts that I had taken care of that day at work.￼￼ I had only until 6 o’clock p.m. to get everything
Every time I ran from Him, I ended up at the front door, to only open it – and see Him standing in my doorway. I could never escape Him.
(continued from last nights blog)￼￼… I slept eyes wide open, but the mattress was too kind and after soaking half of my pillow with tears and flipping it to the other side, I must have drifted off because I woke up to the sun blaring in my eyes. Thinking￼ what
It was the Summer of 2005 and Cape Cod was as beautiful as ever with it’s intoxicating beaches full of golden flecked sands and tremendous waves. I watched as waves assaulted a woman by the shoreline. The older lady with the yellow bucket hat sitting in a white striped chair
Each morning I would walk down to Saint Anthonys Church by myself where I lived at the age of 16 and would attend the 8 o’clock morning Mass. It was and still is something that I enjoy to do, going into the Church when nobody is there￼. I would often