I have nothing meaningful to say here, and yet I feel I should put something.
This nun that I worked with for 6 1/2 years at Camilla had a heart attack Monday morning. Very sudden and unexpected. I couldn’t go to the viewing last night because of class and I thought all night about how I really wanted to go to her funeral today but I had field experience and the mass was at 10am. I decided in the car this morning on the way to school that I would ask my cooperating teacher if she’d mind if I left for two hours or so. She didn’t mind at all.
So I went to her funeral. I tried very hard not to let the tears out but some of them escaped and I really needed a tissue. This nun could talk your ear off. You’d be talking to her and she’d talk and talk and you’d leave the room and seriously if you came back a few minutes later she’d still be talking. She also prayed for me. She told me that she was praying to St. Joseph for him to send me a good man. I was always thankful for that. I figured that if I at least had a nun praying for me I might have some kind of shot at getting a good guy.
We’ll ignore the fact that it hasn’t happened yet.
My mom told me that I was the hit of the funeral because no one had known that I was coming. I got hugs from the kitchen people I used to work with and my mom told me that all the nuns that remembered me kept saying how great and pretty I was. Now if only they could turn into 21-year-old hot men I would be set.
I’m feeling all good right now. Some nice memories of that nun. She used to crack me up. I think if I hadn’t gone to the funeral I would be dwelling on that fact and majorly regretting it. I have plenty of regrets and I don’t need to pile on more.
Getting out of the deep, emotional stuff, finally WAM! showed the one Young Hercules episode today that I need to complete my collection. The funniest one as well. I am at peace now and I can stop taping it every single day.
Am off to lounge in the hammock until I go babysitting because it’s such a beautiful day.
So I went to her funeral. I tried very hard not to let the tears out but some of them escaped and I really needed a tissue. This nun could talk your ear off. You’d be talking to her and she’d talk and talk and you’d leave the room and seriously if you came back a few minutes later she’d still be talking. She also prayed for me. She told me that she was praying to St. Joseph for him to send me a good man. I was always thankful for that. I figured that if I at least had a nun praying for me I might have some kind of shot at getting a good guy.
We’ll ignore the fact that it hasn’t happened yet.
My mom told me that I was the hit of the funeral because no one had known that I was coming. I got hugs from the kitchen people I used to work with and my mom told me that all the nuns that remembered me kept saying how great and pretty I was. Now if only they could turn into 21-year-old hot men I would be set.
I’m feeling all good right now. Some nice memories of that nun. She used to crack me up. I think if I hadn’t gone to the funeral I would be dwelling on that fact and majorly regretting it. I have plenty of regrets and I don’t need to pile on more.
Getting out of the deep, emotional stuff, finally WAM! showed the one Young Hercules episode today that I need to complete my collection. The funniest one as well. I am at peace now and I can stop taping it every single day.
Am off to lounge in the hammock until I go babysitting because it’s such a beautiful day.