Today I turn 40. How strange. I don't feel 40. Some days I still feel like 16 year old Scarlet O'Hara at the barbecue. Some days I feel like I'm 21. I just realized that I am now the same age my mother was when my father died. I'm filled with even more respect for her. How did she manage? She had such grace and courage. I don't think I'd be able to cope like she did. Rocky and I are going to North Carolina for a few days to look at furniture. I'm off to check Masstimes.org to see where the Catholic churches are there.
Pray for me, St. Apollonia!
Pray for me, St. Dymphna!
Pray for me St. Therese!