Monday, September 4, 2017

No Choice...

There is no choice.  We don't get to choose the gifts we are given any more than we get to choose our sufferings.  If it were different, we'd certainly choose the former and not the latter. Unwittingly, we would end up sacrificing those things that change us, humble us, make us human.  Forty years ago we were blessed with both sides of this coin.

This month Ron and I will embark on a long-awaited journey to New York to bring our Amy home to rest in Tucson.  Oh, how we have waited for this opportunity!  We have chosen to make this trip a very private one without the celebration of family visits or gathering with friends.  Our choice is to make this about our baby girl.

As young parents of two lively little girls, there never seemed to be enough time or money to make this a reality.  Always present in our hearts, the sense of an "incomplete" family plagued us.  

Now, the time is here...we're going...and Amy is returning to her family.  

A great "thank you" to O'Shea funeral home on Long Island, Holy Hope Cemetery in Tucson, our dear pastor ~ Father Patrick Crino at Sts. Peter & Paul Catholic Church, daughters Amanda and Melissa, and our dear family and friends for all their support, love, and prayers. 

Please continue to keep us in your prayers as we go forth...

"For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel: In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength."
Isaiah 30:15a


mrsthesun said...

My dear friend, I know how much you have been wanting to do this. Your family circle will finally be complete and in one place. I will continue to pray for all of you as you bring this journey to a close. I love you all so much. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help with anything that you need. God Bless all of you.

Laurie said...

How wonderful. ❤️❤️❤️

Trisha said...

Karen, When you shared your story with me many years ago I was saddened and sympathized. Now that I have lost 2 of my own my sympathy is even greater (even though I never was able to hold them, I did see their heart beats and their tiny shapes on a computer screen). Love and prayers through this journey!