Good Morning/Afternoon, my dear friends! I figured I might start things off a tad bit different today. I don’t know if you have noticed or not but I am Irish. It seems like when my birth month rolls around, all the Irish in my veins starts to pour out. I am very proud of my heritage as we all should be. Last night, I was up at 3:00 a.m., cleaning the house with my Irish tunes a blasting, lol! Thank goodness, my husband is Irish too. He was in his computer room just humming along. I have a lot to be thankful for. But being human, I only stop and realize occasionally what I have to be thankful for. I know I should realize it every day but unfortunately I don’t. I am sure that I am not the only person in the world, that doesn’t stop every day and realize it also.
March is my birth month and as I start to grow another year older, I do take time to reflect on my past. Some of it is very painful and I wish with all my heart, I could change it but I can’t. I have lost several dearly loved ones as you know. But the one that pains me the most is my mother. She passed when I was eleven years old. She had cancer and had been in and out of the hospital for a year. The part that breaks my heart the most is the last day I saw her in the hospital bed. I think now, “Oh, dear Goddess, if I had only known that was going to be the last time I ever saw her.” If only I had known. I would have grabbed a hold of her and never let go. Just to hold her again. I remember walking up to the bed and kissing her on the cheek. She grabbed my hand so tight and said, “Baby, remember I will always love you!” I can still hear those words to this day. Then daddy woke me up during the night to tell me, my mother had passed. That is one of those memories you never, ever forget. Never, no matter how you try. Your heart is so heavy and sad. When a love one passes, they tell you time will heal all. I am here to tell you it don’t. Perhaps I am more sentimental now and I do try to take time and give thanks for what I have. I have learned you never take anyone you love for granted. You should stop and hug them to pieces, give them a great big kiss and tell them, “You love them,” everyday!
I found an Irish prayer I would like to share with you. I think it is a very fitting prayer for all of us who have had loves ones pass and have a heavy heart at times.
Blessings to you, my friends!
Prayer for Strength and Comfort
My Lord and Lady, if I may be walking through fields that are rough with grief and care, may I have the courage to continue on to the smooth pastures, where I may walk with comfort and peace. May I not let the weariness and sorrow that may come to my heart to-day dwarf my hope and enjoyment of the future.
So Mote It Be!
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