Monday, Monday... tears...

Quote for my day: Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow. Rita Schiano

Tears are flowing at our house this Monday.

After a long holiday weekend filled with watermelon feeds, banana splits, homemade ice cream,and giant hamburgers on the grill the refrigerator is full. Big breakfasts, big sandwiches and big barbecues and lots of desserts. No need to cook tonight, it is “empty the fridge night”.

Our celebrations were filled with fire crackers, red, white and blue decorations and the sound of big and small booms so this Monday I feel the need for quiet. No television or radio today. Quiet computer work, a few phone calls, and the sound of the washer and dryer spinning.

We spent our holiday telling funny stories, laughing hard, playing hard and eating goodies. Then the phone call...

A dear and much loved cousin had left us, had died quietly, and the tears flowed, the Kleenexes were distributed. The feeling of your heart hurting. Being surrounded by family when you get that kind of news helps. Someone will tell a funny story, a memory that will make us all laugh. Then tears flow again. Then another story, then more tears. Prayers went up knowing that our family was hurting and needed help from above. Phone calls had to be made, more tears, more phone calls.

So this Monday is quiet, sad, and slow. It is full of fond memories, conversations with loved ones and tears. And another box of Klennex.

My Mondays aren't supposed to be like this.