Letting Go

We have just two weeks left until Joe goes off to school. I've spoken to other parents who have sent their children away; one mom had to send her child to residential when he was only five years old. And he was her only child. Unimaginable.
As a community advocate I spend my days helping other people solve their problems. I wish I had a better solution to Joe's needs. Tony at Devereaux School says the children do adjust to their new home, but I remember one young man who came up to him while he was showing me around the campus, saying "Tony, when can I go home?"
It just broke my heart. My son, being non-verbal, can't even ask.

All of Us Are Dying

What I love most are Mondays, when I can go to Eucharistic Adoration in our church. We are a very small parish, so we only have it once a week. It's a beautiful time to be still and listen to the Lord. I just let Him in, and drink up every word. Such riches!
Now, most of the people who go to Eucharistic Adoration are at least ten or twenty-plus years older than I am. In the past ten years, several of them have gone home to be with the Lord. I want to encourage more people my age to come to Church, but when I try to share how wonderful this is with friends, they look at me blankly. I wish I knew how to reach them. If you knew someone who loved you THAT much and never let you down, wouldn't you want to be with Him all time?
I find, when I go home, He reminds me to take Him with me.