A True Saint
In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.
Hmm patron saint of well meaning people?
Patron saint of #1 jerks or the word that begins with A?
Today it would be patron saint of laundry!
I have said many times in this blog that I’m not an inspiration. A friend of mine who follows my blog wrote recently “You embody all the strength and wisdom and lovingness of your parents and Janet. Always” What a heartfelt compliment. I live everyday trying to do that. To honour their memories. My friends have told me that I did everything for them. I went above and beyond to have my parents with me as long as possible.
I don’t know what the word would be. Tenacity. Strength.
Patron Saint of Deep Water? Because that’s what it feels like. Treading water, waiting for the waves to subside.
In all honesty there are days when I feel numb. I can’t even process 3 deaths. Losing my entire family support system. But I also know that they all taught me how to stand up for myself. My Dad once told my brother “your sister can fight her own battles”.
I guess you can say I’m a Warrior.