19th Monday in Ordinary Time
Consulting my Catholic sources, yesterday was the 19th Sunday in Ordinary Time. Two weeks from today, I will turn 55. I don't much care for big celebrations. In fact, since my mother died, I feel sad on my birthday probably because she isn't here to wish me "Happy Birthday".
I know I will hear from my Dad and I look forward to that. He is a huge source of inspiration for me. Confined to a wheelchair in a nursing home where he is in the minority as far as being mentally alert, he does not let his situation get him down. He has become a prolific writer of poetry. Many of his poems are crafted as epitaphs for recently deceased residents. Epiitaphs occur daily. When I went to visit him last November, he had a spiral notebook in the bottom drawer of his dresser and it was filled with poems.
My 2 older sons went to visit him last week with Christian's wife, Jayme, and their son, Phoenix. Nathaniel, my oldest son, said he seemed to be a popular and well-liked resident. He is that. My father has always been a sociable, very likeable person and he uses his gift still. He makes friends everywhere. He has found ways to keep his mind occupied and keep himself viable. After my mom died and he was living alone, he fell and broke the ankle on his good leg. Ultimately, he had to give up his independence and live somewhere he could get lifted in-and-out of bed. As I find myself turning another year older, I wish some things about my life were different but I can work on those things. I could be depressed about getting older but I am not because I have an excellent role model for accepting what you have and making the most and the best of it.
I know I will hear from my Dad and I look forward to that. He is a huge source of inspiration for me. Confined to a wheelchair in a nursing home where he is in the minority as far as being mentally alert, he does not let his situation get him down. He has become a prolific writer of poetry. Many of his poems are crafted as epitaphs for recently deceased residents. Epiitaphs occur daily. When I went to visit him last November, he had a spiral notebook in the bottom drawer of his dresser and it was filled with poems.
My 2 older sons went to visit him last week with Christian's wife, Jayme, and their son, Phoenix. Nathaniel, my oldest son, said he seemed to be a popular and well-liked resident. He is that. My father has always been a sociable, very likeable person and he uses his gift still. He makes friends everywhere. He has found ways to keep his mind occupied and keep himself viable. After my mom died and he was living alone, he fell and broke the ankle on his good leg. Ultimately, he had to give up his independence and live somewhere he could get lifted in-and-out of bed. As I find myself turning another year older, I wish some things about my life were different but I can work on those things. I could be depressed about getting older but I am not because I have an excellent role model for accepting what you have and making the most and the best of it.
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