Poppy just called from his cell phone a few minutes ago. He and Nanny arrived in Florida this afternoon, where it is a balmy 83 degrees. They traveled through driving rainstorms and crazy interstate traffic: evidently this is the weekend when all the snowbirds looked at each other and said, "Well, Linda, the grandkids have all opened their Christmas gifts; the tree is down and all the decorations are back in the attic. Let's go!"
They're in Florida for only a week this year. Here's hoping for a restful and relaxing vacation with warm weather and beautiful sunsets. They do a lot of really hard work in caring for my elderly grandfather and step-gran: their time at home is definitely not their own. They don't begrudge any of the care they give so unselfishly, but I'm sure it's nice to get away and rest.
I thought of them yesterday, the Feast of the Holy Family, during the second reading at Mass. It was from Sirach 3:12-15:
My child, support your father in his
do not grieve him during his life.
Even if his mind should fail, show
do not despise him in your health
for kindness to a father will not be
but will serve as reparation for
On your own day of ordeal God will
like frost in sunshine, your sins
will melt away.
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