Tear in my Family

Here I am in Northern New Hampshire on a cold night…

I drove down to Arlington Massachusetts today and met with my Aunt Margaret (94) and Uncle Louis (89). She is my father’s last remaining sibling. We shared a meal and Eucharist.

As much as they needed Eucharist in their house and the Anointing, it turns out I need it desperately this night. I have nothing else. Jesus is calling me into a very dark night…and I am a little afraid…but it is a little like what happened after the Potato factory….

She cried a tear after Communion. I had never really known her before today. She is legally blind.

I got an idea for another book today. TEAR IN MY FAMILY.

After I left my Aunt Margaret, I wondered in the cemetary searching for my grandparents’ graves for over an hour and an half. Then I gave up in the darkness. I was at their funerals many years ago…but I couldn’t remember. Then as I was driving away from the first town I lived in…it dawned on me….”Why do I look for the living among the dead? They are not here, they have been raised in love to God, The Beloved.” Soul Rising….soul rising….soul rising.

Love, Ron

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