Well, this week has proved to be rather interesting — today especially. Nine years ago today was Easter Sunday…the Easter Sunday I will never forget. Nine years ago I drove my family — Mom, Daddy, and Steven — and me to 9:00 a.m. Mass. Daddy sat in the front passenger’s seat while Steven and Mom sat in back. Getting Daddy to Mass was a challenge; he had just started his high dose chemotherapy treatments and was slowly losing more hair and his mind as he was going through radiation treatments, too. According to some, Steven sadly included in this, it was also about this time that Daddy actually “died” because he was “no longer the same man [they] once knew.” To me this was also the instance when I can say I actually took charge of the family and became a leader, but I can only say this in hindsight; at the time I could not explain nor want to express that I was indeed a leader. Anyway, I’m distracting myself from the main story at hand.
So after finally getting up to church I noticed it was getting later and ever closer to 9:00, so I told Mom and Daddy they should get out and head inside while I find a place to park my car. Steven said he’d stay with me so he could tell them later where I parked. I was happy he stood by me; by this time he and I had finally become closer than just siblings. (On a side note, I’m trying not to cry while writing this entry. It’s that emotional and close to me.) After finally parking the car, Steven and I had to walk a long way back to the church. By the time we got inside, Mass had started and Daddy and Mom had already found their way (somehow) to “our” pew (four rows from the front on the center-east section of the church), but there was no place for us to sit; Daddy and Mom didn’t save us a seat. I was deeply saddened. Steven and I were escorted to a seat on the opposite side so all I could do is watch Mom and Daddy from a distance. I didn’t pay much attention at all to the readings from scripture or anything else at Mass that morning. Everything I did was just reactionary or reflex, but I don’t know the homily (sermon), etc. After Mass I dropped Mom and Daddy off at home while Steven and I picked up breakfast from McDonald’s. The rest of that day was a bit of a blur.
On the flip side, four years ago today Steven and I started C & S Productions (then: Plaster Designs by C & S). That is amazing and a wonderful journey! Still need more of you to support us as best you can either by word of mouth or financially. We’d appreciate it! (Okay I’ll quit the advertising — for now! 😉 )
Anyway, not much else to report for now. I’ll talk more next time.
Love and prayers, now and always! ❤