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Heraclitus, On the Universe
since my father passed away on 03/14/2018 this year.
We called this the "Papa Shack" where my father kept many of the books he read, including those related to theology and prayer.
We keep finding prayer cards everywhere.
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Our family recently decided to participate
in a school related prayer rotation in honor of my father, Bella’s
grandfather, who died on 03/14/2018. Each family who participates adds a note to the prayer journal. I added the following comments today, and tomorrow will pass the book on to the next family.
This is a beautiful tradition.
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Our family made an emergency trip to Georgia when I found
out my father was in the hospital. I truly believe the Holy Spirit spoke to my
heart and advised me to get there with the children without delay. We made it
in 2 days by car.Less than 2 weeks
after receiving the news that my father had Stage 4 pancreatic cancer that had
metastasized, my father transitioned from this world into the arms of
Jesus.The moments we shared while being
present for my mother and father during that time were some of the most
precious times we had spent together as a family.
Our family met with the parish priest to discuss funeral arrangements. He asked each family
member, from wife to children to grandchildren, to send him our thoughts
regarding my father’s life and the impact he had in this world.I’d like to share my contribution with you. (Some minor editing has been done to create this post.)
these thoughts regarding my father and the grandfather of Isabella, Nathan, and
Sebastien for your homily during my father's funeral mass.
taught us to be faithful and encouraged us to embrace the power of
prayer. Our earliest memories involved us praying together as a
family. We gathered together for meal time prayer and every evening
before bedtime. Our night prayer involved praying for every family member and
for the souls of those who had already departed from this world. Everyone
was included. By praying for family members who had passed, he was in a
way preparing all of us for the time when our earthly existence would come to
an end. This is something I have shared with my own children.
Dad also began
a tradition of blessing each of us with the sign of the cross on our foreheads
at bedtime and whenever we were getting ready to leave after a visit. It was a
symbol of his faith and one of the gifts he bestowed upon us even when he was
ill in the hospital. I treasure the moment each of us was able to bless
him with the sign of the cross on his forehead, place a kiss on him, and touch
the arms that had held us and hugged us, as we watched him prepare for his transition
from this world into the arms of Jesus. How can such a moment be so sad,
sweet, and hopeful at the same time?
I am confident
that my father changed the world for the best. By planting the seeds of faith
in each of us, teaching us to accept and embrace people even if they have
differing views, and showing faith in action, my father left a legacy that
encourages and challenges all of us to reach out to those in need. It is
up to all of us now to plant, grow, and nurture the traditions of faith that
might lead others home to Jesus too. Each of us have gifts and talents
that are meant to serve as strategies for faith in action.
My father had
special gifts in musical performance, conducting, teaching, and discussing
religion. He never turned away anyone who came to our door to talk about
their faith. The day after he passed, two young people came to our door
to invite us to their church. I spoke with them and remarked how
incredible it was that they had chosen the day after my father was called home
to visit. I spoke with them about my father's faith and how he loved
discussing theology. I encouraged them to take that story with them, hold
it in their hearts, and remember they are making a difference every time they
extend an invitation of faith. I thought to myself, "Thank you, Dad, for
giving me this opportunity to speak with them on your behalf. You made a
difference even after your death."
When I was a
child, my parents had a large rosary hanging over their bed. It glowed in the
dark and made me feel so safe and secure. If I had a nightmare, I knew I could
find my way to my parent's room by looking for that rosary. I believe
that God lead my father past the pain he was experiencing in the same way.
Although we will miss my father's physical presence in our lives, his spirit
will always be with us.
Here are some
things my children wanted me to include:
Always a loving
person, my grandfather taught me how to stand strong in the waves even when you
didn't know where the current was going. To literally go with the flow. While I
will never forget our inside jokes, the ongoing screech of his lullabies, or
his constant smirks at the dumb stuff our family would do; the one thing there
is to remember was the humble hearted man who taught me to just be. (Isabella)
Grandpa all of my life. He was a quiet person, but he had his sweet,
funny personality and the warped sense of humor that my family knows and
loves. I never really knew what Grandpa did until I got older and could
understand better. I was AMAZED. That's my Grandpa? I have a pretty cool
Grandpa. He played instruments, conducted, was in the Army, and he
studied hard for so many things. The best part of all was how humble he
was. He never bragged or talked much about his accomplishments, but I
know he would have appreciated being acknowledged. I love my Grandpa and
my entire family. He left behind a legacy that will live on, and I thank
him for that. Thank You for being my sponsor for baptism and confirmation.
We all love you Donald/Grandpa. May you rest in heaven in the hands of
I had a really
hard time seeing Grandpa so sick. I love him and appreciate the funny
things he said to us. The last joke I told him was the one that made him
laugh the hardest before he got so sick. When I was three I said,
"Why did the chicken cross the road?" He asked why. I
said, "To slap the fish." The way I said it was so funny that
it became one of our stories. I am glad I inherited his trait of being left
handed and also his sense of humor. It makes us special.
we know you can't include all of this, but we hope it will help you understand
a little more about our Dad. We greatly appreciate that you took time to speak
with us last Friday, and we look forward to hearing you speak at Dad's funeral.
If there is anything else I can do to be helpful, please let me know.
family looks forward to hosting the prayer rotation again soon, as a reminder
that living a prayerful life is an important part of our contribution to our
family, friends, and community.My
father lived this way throughout his life, and I am grateful that he taught us
how to pray.Even now, my mother continues
to find evidence of my father’s daily prayers.He had hand written pray cards throughout the house, including on his
treadmill where he ran and apparently prayed for all of us.
World of Writer Mom
Writing for these characters, and hoping to make a difference!
I have over 20 years of experience in Early Childhood Development
Birth-Age 5 including work in classrooms and as an
Infant/Toddler Program Manager. I have several writing projects in
progress including a resource book for parents of infants and infant room teachers in a full
day child development (school) program. The book will provide families
with information about what to expect and how to monitor their child's
progress in an Infant room. My second book project involves how to cope
with family challenges, lessons in forgiveness, dealing with a spouse's
addiction, and reinventing yourself along the way. I am excited about all of these projects and
am currently accepting comments regarding experiences my readers have
had placing their child into a full day child care program. I would
also like to hear from Infant room teachers.