Submitted by LSK49rs on Wed, 2006-10-25 07:27. Well, I never..
.as my sainted Auntie Della used to say (among a lot of other things, my favorite being 'oh, these kids today'). Imagine my surprise to discover that Elvis Presley is no longer the dead guy with the highest income!
Now granted, this is probably a one time thing because he was dethroned by Kurt Cobain because Kurt's widow sold 25% of the catalogue to a NY publishing house, but it is almost un-American, isn't it, to have someone else at the top of this macabre list? I mean, I sort of count on there always being people who will spend their hard earned dollars on trips to Graceland and velvet paintings, not to mention the cheesy recordings offered on late night television of Elvis singing Gospel music.
Besides all that I spoke to Mom last night and she is going to come home to Modesto for a much needed rest from taking care of Uncle Jerry.
This is the last real tough week of walnut and almond season and after this the Zepeda family will be more available to help out and she won't have to be up there practically full time.
One of the most difficult things on loved ones when someone is terminally ill is the fatigue and the guilt that seem to set in at about the same time. Especially for those of us who have grown up with role models like St.
Catherine of Sienna who worked herself to death caring for other people - and don't we all want to be saints? - Blessed Teresa of Calcutta who did the same thing and so when the natural, normal fatigue of caring for a loved one sets in we try to deny it is there, or we feel guilty about feeling it.
Well, I was determined to really find out about the wonder-people and I have done so, bit by bit.
To my surprise and absolutel glee I discovered that Catherine of Sienna sometimes cried herself to sleep over her own inadequacies (spelling?) and Blessed Teresa lived through a 'spiritual dryness' that lasted for many years. What they did do, however, is they did not let the natural workings of their minds and bodies limit them in their desire to do good.
Through that desire the grace and strength to keep on keepin'on was granted to them.
And that makes a bunch of sense.
So, Mom and I talk on the phone every day and take a minute together to pray for guidance, strength and grace.
And she believes, as do I, that she is being held up by her Guardian Angel during a time when she is both sad and worried for her only brother and wanting, at times, to smack him one upside the head for being so grouchy.
Ah, life..
...
.what would we do without your glorious weirdness?
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