Sunday’s are hard…

Growing up my mom was the cantor at almost every mass I attended. For some reason, ever since she has passed away, anytime I hear a song from my childhood sung at mass I find myself unable to hold back the tears.

I’m no stranger to crying in public, and have always felt that if there one place where your tears would be understood it’s within the walls of a church. Yet it’s exhausting sometimes to be constantly trying to reign in my grief. And today…I simply couldn’t handle the thought of dealing with it publicly yet again.

So I didn’t.

I stayed home.

Grief has its moments, and sometimes they are brief and bring smiles and loving memories along with the pain…Other times the grief takes over a whole day and all you can do is hang in there and wait for it to be done.

I miss my mom.

#grief #thetruth #gritandgrace ...

I call this picture “wrestling mom in her element” 😂

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First middle school dance ever for Cowboy C! I know he’s going to have the best time.

#growingup #thatsmyboy #handsomecowboy #middleschooldance ...

Winter finally arrived in Wyoming and I don’t hate it…

#snowydays #wyomingwinter #atlast #thisview #dirtroadlife ...

Frosty 3 mile walk with this gal today! Was so good to catch up and I loved that by the end there were some snowflakes falling…bring on the ❄️

Staying warm thanks to @gearupandgetout

#winterwalks #catchingup #briskwind #winteriscoming #atlast ...

There’s still time to snag your copy of this month’s Virtual Book Club book “When All Is Said” by Anne Griffin and join us at 7pm MST on the 24th.

Here’s what the publisher had to say about this month’s book:

“I’m here to remember–all that I have been and all that I will never be again.”

If you had to pick five people to sum up your life, who would they be? If you were to raise a glass to each of them, what would you say? And what would you learn about yourself, when all is said?

At the bar of a grand hotel in a small Irish town sits 84-year-old Maurice Hannigan. He’s alone, as usual ­- though tonight is anything but. Pull up a stool and charge your glass, because Maurice is finally ready to tell his story.

Over the course of this evening, he will raise five toasts to the five people who have meant the most to him. Through these stories – of unspoken joy and regret, a secret tragedy kept hidden, a fierce love that never found its voice – the life of one man will be powerfully and poignantly laid bare.

Beautifully heart-warming and deeply felt, the voice of Maurice Hannigan will stay with you long after all is said and done.

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