The master of Casa de Hyphen checked in yesterday and today to update us on Chrissy’s condition and pass along a message from her. She’s still too weak to write, but she’s been making progress off and on over the last week or so. Yesterday was a bit of a brief setback, but today was better. As we menfolk talked about an hour ago, Chrissy was apparently sleeping peacefully.
However, there’s still a fair amount of pain and difficulty, and yesterday, Chrissy specifically asked her husband to call and ask us for additional prayers. She also thanked us for the many prayers on her behalf lately, and she emphasized that they’ve been a great comfort to her.
I’ve been mostly praying privately, but today, Gruntessa was able to go to adoration at our parish in Foxfield, Colorado (snapshot below) and say a rosary before the Blessed Sacrament for Chrissy. We’ve not forgotten you, Dear! Be well and be at peace, Chrissy.
Every Thursday is breakfast with my family day. My Uncle Bob, his daughter Trish, and my dear Uncle Roger. Today was very eerie. My cousin Scott, Bob’s only son, died Tuesday from liver failure. Scott was 61 and battled the demons of drugs and alcohol his entire adult life. He lived on the street after being taken in by several relatives including my grandmother and mom. He stole jewelry, old coins, anything he could sell to get drugs. The 8th of next month is the 3rd anniversary of my quitting smoking cold turkey after a two-pack-a-day habit for 40 years. I know how stressful it was trying to quit. I was lucky. When I decided I’d rather live to see my grandchildren grow up there were no withdrawal symptoms whatever and I haven’t had a craving since. It still amazes my doctor how I did it. It’s unimaginable what a horrible curse drugs are to the body and how they ruin people’s lives. They’ll do anything to score their dope. Rob, steal, prostitute themselves. The drugs have no conscience and no mercy.
The memorial for Scott is next Saturday. I’ll see some of the family for the first time since my cousin Bruce lost his son in a car wreck. When granny was suffering from dementia, she told me in a moment of clarity that it’s a terrible thing to bury a child. She lost my Uncle Ron and my mom earlier. You are supposed to pass at an old age, children and grandchildren around your bed. It’s not supposed to be like this.
John 14:1-4 “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. And you know the way to where I am going.”
2 Corinthians 5:6-8 So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord.
I pray that my cousin has finally found the peace he sought for so long.