Regrets

My Uncle Macky has inoperable brain cancer. It's crummy that part of why I feel sad is because I have been back in the panhandle for 2 yrs and have not been to see him and Aunt Elizabeth. I was even over in Chattahoochee one day for a job interview and didn't stop by. Cue tears. Uncle Macky has painstakingly taken care of Aunt Lizbeth for 4 years, since her severe stroke. They are forever the lovebirds. Even now. Prayers please.

Hail holy queen, mother of mercy our life our sweetness and our hope. To thee do we cry poor banished children of eve, to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us, and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Oh clement, oh loving, oh sweet virgin Mary. Pray for us, oh holy mother of God, that we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.

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