Ash Wednesday
It's another beautiful, beautiful day here. My daffodils are peeking up! No sign of crocus yet, it's early. Too early, but there's hope.
Yesterday was Ash Wednesday. I sang at the 7:00 mass last night, which had its ups & downs. The opening song fell apart, (it's a difficult arrangement that we sing acapella), but the Amazing Grace and Steal Away were lovely.
As I was sitting in the choir loft, I looked down and saw my step-brother sitting alone at the back of the church. And then I realized that it was the anniversary of his mother's death. She died a long time ago, when he was 4 or 5 years old. He's in his thirties now. Anyway, I saw him there, and it really touched me. I wondered if he was there because of the anniversary. Maybe he was. I couldn't help but think how proud she would be if she saw him now. He's a successful attorney, with a wonderful wife and two adorable, well-adjusted step-kids. He had a really rough time during his teenage years, when my mom married his dad. But he came out of it and I have to say, I really like him. I think he's quite a guy.
I walked this morning, 4+ miles, and now the day stretches out before me. The usual chores: laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning...they're stacking up. But if I think of something better to do, I'm going to do it.
Yesterday was Ash Wednesday. I sang at the 7:00 mass last night, which had its ups & downs. The opening song fell apart, (it's a difficult arrangement that we sing acapella), but the Amazing Grace and Steal Away were lovely.
As I was sitting in the choir loft, I looked down and saw my step-brother sitting alone at the back of the church. And then I realized that it was the anniversary of his mother's death. She died a long time ago, when he was 4 or 5 years old. He's in his thirties now. Anyway, I saw him there, and it really touched me. I wondered if he was there because of the anniversary. Maybe he was. I couldn't help but think how proud she would be if she saw him now. He's a successful attorney, with a wonderful wife and two adorable, well-adjusted step-kids. He had a really rough time during his teenage years, when my mom married his dad. But he came out of it and I have to say, I really like him. I think he's quite a guy.
I walked this morning, 4+ miles, and now the day stretches out before me. The usual chores: laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning...they're stacking up. But if I think of something better to do, I'm going to do it.
posted by Juanita at
8:59 AM
3 Comments:
I've been trying to find a local choir to sing in, nothing yet...but too cool you sing in one!!
I totally envy your kid free days...but realize that you've EARNED them!!!
Despite the heavily Catholic upbringing, I didn't think our step brother was much of a church goer. I've been proven wrong again.
So, what are you giving up for Lent this year? I cry every time I think about what I gave up...chocolate. I'm dying, I'm dying! Help me! Last year I gave up soda, and that was too much. I'm totally addicted to a coca cola first thing in the morning (I never have done coffee...that's my way of getting a caffiene dose). When Lent passed, I think I drank a 12 pack in one day.
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