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Saint John Bosco Academy - Saint John Bosco, Pray For Us!
Copper (1997 [?]-2009)
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My daughter's little garden. She usually gets a pretty good harvest out of it, for such a small plot. Here are her potato and tomato plants.
A dear friend of mine and my husband’s, plus the Godmother of both of our children, has just found out she has breast cancer. She has an appt next week with a specialist to find out for sure if she needs to have a double mastectomy or not. It’s not good. I am just beside myself. She has been a rock for me, and I am so far from her (she lives about 4.5hrs away), that I can’t even be there to help her. All I can do is pray, and even though I know that can work wonders, I just feel so helpless. She is so scared, but is really trying to put on a brave face. 
Oh yes, doesn't she look so cute and all innocent? Well, this little dog caused no end of trouble for us this morning. She got out the yard part of our property. My son did not feel the need to come and tell me right away, giving her plenty of time to explore and get further from home. Did I mention she runs REALLY fast? By the time he came and told me she had gotten out, 15 minutes had gone by. That is an eternity with this dog. My daughter hopped on her bike, my son climbed the fence into the woods next door, and I grabbed my keys and wallet and jumped in the truck. We all combed the area looking for her. No one could find her, and none of the other dogs in the area were barking, which worried me, because that meant she wasn't near them. I decided to drive down to the highway nearby and see if she had gotten that far. I did not want the children finding her run over. Thankfully she wasn't down there, and there was no sign of her heading that way. I doubled back to the house, and who was waiting for me at the corner of the fence right by our drive? You guessed it! The mischievous dog! I called her name, her ears perked-up. I opened the door to the truck, and she came running and jumped right in! Silly dog!
Poor Mary, she's not happy I'm posting this picture. She was so sleepy, and with all the rain, her hair was all "poofy" as she calls it. Every year I can't believe how grown-up they look. Time does fly.
Mary's pretty Easter eggs. There were lots more, but this is all we could fit on the cute platter she had.
Holy Saturday, Sabbatum Sanctum in Latin, is the last day of Holy Week, and the 40th day of the traditional fast of Lent, although Lent ends liturgically on the evening of Holy Thursday. The evening of Holy Saturday begins the third and final day of the Paschal Triduum. In the Western Church, no Masses are said on Holy Saturday, and the day is essentially a liturgically sparse time of reflection upon Christ's death and burial in anticipation of the Great Vigil of Easter (Paschal Vigil). The vigil usually begins the night of Holy Saturday, lasting until Easter morning. Very little happens on Holy Saturday, that is until the beginning of the Great Paschal Vigil.
There is deep symbolism upon which we can reflect on Holy Saturday. On this day, the Church waits at the Lord's tomb, and meditates on His Passion and Death and His descent into Hell. With prayer and fasting we await His glorious Easter resurrection. Mary is also a Holy Saturday symbol. According to Catholic tradition, Mary represents the entire body of the Church. As she awaited in faith for the victorious triumph of Her Son over death on the first Holy Saturday, so we too wait with Mary on the present Holy Saturday. This faithful and prayerful symbolic waiting has been called the Ora della Madre or Hour of the Mother.
