This holiday season and Christmas day has been grace filled. In the absence of the many gifts, overflowing food, and usual merriment, we are left with the space, perhaps even the emptiness that invites the presence and love of those we have been neglecting to once again become front and center.
Today mama awaits confinement because her symptoms continues to recur and she’s experienced no improvement. We’ve seen probably six doctors since November, different kinds. I said good night to her last evening after she took Tramadol to ease the pain in her stomach. It was after watching the Misa de Gallo at the Church of the Gesu. We went to bed hoping that Tramadol would solve the problem.