pondering my role in a bigger story
It's Holy Week, but it feels anything but to me. Thursday will be the first day of spring. Yet my heart feels it is the dead of winter. As the week progresses towards Spy Wednesday and Maundy Thursday, on to Good Friday, I wonder, "will I be able to feel the goodness of it under a cloak of grief?" May it be so, even for a few tiny seconds.
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A transplanted Southerner, I currently make my home in Colorado. In addition to writing on faith and culture issues, I also like to write on idiosyncrasies of The South. I have a love/hate relationship with knitting, enjoy photography and am currently working on a photo series called The Plastic Jesus Project. And I fancy corn dogs and sweet potato fries from Sputnik. And bacon.
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Do you read Roxanne? Her daddy just passed away, too. Go read this post....
Wednesday, March 19, 2008 4:53:00 PM
I wish I had an answer for you to make everything better, but there isn't anything...at least I haven't found it in 6 years. Yep, it was 6 years ago last week that my dad passed away...still can hear his wonderful laugh and it still brings tears to my eyes. I'm so sorry for your loss...hugs and empathy your way...been there, done that and got the crappy t-shirt.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008 9:31:00 PM
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