Sunday, July 3, 2016
God Bless America
A week ago was the third anniversary of mom’s passing. I sat near the flowers I planted (all in purple, her favorite color) and recalled her love. It was a sunny day.
Tomorrow is the tenth anniversary of sis’ passing. I speak to her, I think, now more than ever.
Thoughts come to me of Fourth of July weekends passed: the years where I traveled with parish families to cook and sing for lonely seniors at an assisted living facility, and how they loved to sing along. I wonder if anyone this weekend will be singing God Bless America? I wonder how many of our children never even heart those words sung.
There is much to remember, things past which cannot be changed, only fondly remembered and lest we forget: nor can we change most things of today! It was for great reason that He said: Trust in Me.
Time like an ever flowing stream …
And so this day, this beautiful day, I think I shall put out a blanket in a park, near a river I think, perhaps buy some chicken, and take along a good book. Maybe I’ll bring along some CD’s and play some patriotic music and songs.
And I’ll feed the ducks, as I pray for our country.
The past is past, and there is no need to worry about the present. There are too many ducks and other animals --- and people --- needing our love this day.