Joseph Joshua Ramirez is born!

Jose, Joseph and Laura
Papa holding his little boy - precious!!!

Going Through Mom's Things

I finally got the chance, or should I say the courage, to go through Mom’s things. After Mom went to heaven, I kind of shoved everything in drawers or into the closet. However, for some reason, I have not been allowed to linger in this place for too long. Soon after, I had to deal with another good-bye, and then there was the saying good-bye to our son as he left to Missouri. I had, however, managed to ignore the piles of Mom’s things that had to be sorted through.

The day came and I sat, alone in the room…alone in the house.

“O, look, Mom’s blood-sugar checker (not the correct term, I know).”…I remember when the doctor first asked me to check her sugar. Mom was so upset because she said, “I’m not diabetic! Why do you have to do that?” For a while, almost every time I went to check her sugar, she would always say that. After some time, I think, she knew I was going to do it anyway, so she would simply stick out her hand.

“Mom’s little blankets.” She loved little blankets. She had seen some plush blankets announced at Anna’s and she kept hinting until I got her a small and large blanket…she loved her blankets. One day she saw an orange and black blanket that I had bought for my son when he was in high school. She hinted and hinted until I washed it and gave it to her - she just loved it! She used to say it was so warm. I really think she liked the colors. Mom loved bright colors.

“Here is her clothes, her shampoo, her…, her…, her…, her stuff.”

Is that how it is? Some one’s stuff is put away. Is boxed up. Is…

Is this what happens?

No wonder Mom had such a difficult time going through Dad’s things. In fact, I don’t think she ever managed to go through them. Here and there she gave some stuff away and some stuff disappeared (total other story), but for the most part Dad’s things simply stayed where he left them.

Mom, I KNOW, is in a better place. She has no more physical suffering. She is finally whole - for this I am eternally grateful. And, it does help on some of those difficult days. But, I must admit there are days that even this can’t take the pain away.

Romans 8:32 - He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up
for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?

“…With Jesus I know I can make it, with Jesus I know I can
stand…My life is in His (very able, capable) hands…”

Pray for My Son

It is official, my son has enlisted in the National Guard. Yesterday he came home and showed me his Military I.D. Card - yes, I cried and held him tight. I guess I never thought...

Please continue to pray for my son - in a few days he will be leaving for Missouri. Keep me in prayer - my heart aches and rejoices at the same time. Keep my husband in prayer - his Papa's heart...