We have missed a lot of Mass because our van was down. We have that fixed and now we are back in action. I mean, watching Mass on TV is okay, but not quite the same. I really love our parish. As a revert, it was scary going into our old Parish. When we moved, I searched high and low beforehand....I know we were lead to the right place. I have met only a few people, but they are amazing.
I still often miss where we had lived for so many years. Mostly, I miss my friends and feel very bad when I can't physically be there for them. But, I get phone calls and messages just as they do. You have to keep your tribe strong no matter where they are. We are all always praying for one another and are ears/shoulders. Sometimes I just miss being able to walk to my favorite grocery store. I know it's only been seven months, but it seems like forever since we moved. I also know, my friends are genuinely happy we got our dream home.
Jimmy has been manic, and he is able to recognize it. Recognizing it and dealing with is something to be grateful for. It makes life different, in a very good way.
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