Today was a hard day as my grief hit me like a Mack truck. Often, there are moments when I think of my mom and tear up a little. I think of her a bit, pray, ask God to bless her, and then I move to the next thing.
But today found me crying more than usual as I felt the huge hole that never will be filled by her presence again. I love her so much.
It is a small consolation knowing she would be absolutely thrilled by my journey back to the Catholic church. I also know she'd be very happy knowing I'm just in love with that imitable Mother Angelica.
Have you read Raymond Arroyo's biography of her? I'm reading Mother Angelica: The Remarkable Story of a Nun, Her Nerve, And a Network of Miracles and it's a simply stunning story of a woman who has risked everything for her Beloved Spouse. I remember my mother telling me about her a few years ago and she said I'd probably get a kick out of her. I had no idea who she was back then and never had the chance to hear her or watch her broadcasts.
Now I know. You know what, Mom? You were right. :-)