Ali, I'm sitting here in a room full of cousins and friends and extended family, with tears in my eyes, "melting into that hole" again, after reading your blog.
We are waiting for an Ann Furnari Italian special to be ready to be served... a waiting room full of love and life and laughter... so unlike the waiting ten years ago, frozen in pain and shock and denial. Praise be to the One who comforts and gives strength to His Beloved! Thank you, Ali. Your thoughts serve to remind me about the preciousness of life, and have stirred up a fresh appreciation for the people around me in this moment.
Love and miss you so much, girl!
I loved the care which that nurse gave. I remember, as you did, the whetting of his lips, eye lids and hands. I also remember the explosive outburst of tears as several men gathered round his bed, to pray and annoint his dear brow with oil. And then miraculously, I felt the deep drops of tears from above, from the son of Man, whose own brow had no man or nurse, to swat the flies from his own wounded head.
Hi Ali
I have been reading your adventures over the last few months.we haven't forgotten Jonny over here in bonny scotland,& I think of you all often God bless you. your 2nd cousin fiona