Sun.Sept. 2, Bella Roma

Sunday, Sept. 2-

They brought around breakfast about an hour and half before we landed in Rome. I saw the sunrise over Italy, but I was so far up I could not see what Italy looked like. We came into Rome and through the Passport Authority and found our driver. His name was Pino, but of course I thought he said Lino, and I got really happy! I thought that was a good omen, but Pino did turn out to be awesome. Even thought he did not speak much English, he did identify a few landmarks, which I could usually translate from Italian to English. Not because my Italian is any good, I could just recognize them. 

In the airport, RT found out that there was a difference in Italian coffees and Caffee Americano. We got for 2 Euros = 2 tiny espressos. We made our way from the airport to the Hotel Anglo Americano and checked in early. While we were waiting, we enjoyed our first complimentary breakfast.

After getting settled, we were on our way to explore. The first stop was the Trevi Fountain- well- known to most Rome visitors. We threw the coin in so we could come back again, like every tourist does. 

  Fontana delle Naiadi

 Mass here was beautiful.

Spanish Steps- It was sprinkling a bit.

We discovered the Basilica of St. Mary of the Angels and Martyrs and after a quick trip to McDonald’s (yes, really) for a bottled water, we made our way to mass at noon. What an experience to celebrate mass in Italian. Even though we did not know most of the words, our bilingual masses at St. Gregory’s came in handy. Hearing Spanish every Sunday really helped us recognize some of the Italian we were hearing. I began to cry at Eucharist, because it struck me that we are truly the Universal Church. I was doing the same thing my brothers and sisters all over the world were doing. It was so overwhelming!

We enjoyed lunch and came back to the hotel to rest for a little bit. Being up and traveling for 24 hours straight was very tiring, so we took a 2 hour nap before heading to find the Spanish Steps. We walked around in that area for a good while, had some gelati and made our way back to a quaint family restaurant. We could not get past the first course and soup. That was plenty to eat. 

Now back at the hotel to upload the blog and get some rest. 

Ciao! 

Day 1 Italian Voyage- Getting there

Saturday, Sept. 1, 2012

We began our trip from Memphis to Atlanta at 11:40 am and had a good flight complete with internet. We ate at Qdoba in ATL airport and were unsuccessful in getting an international cell phone plan. We did get a landline plan so that we could call our kids while we are there. Our cell phones will be on airplane mode for a week. 

The Delta flight to Rome began at 3:40 pm. Our in-flight entertainment for the first three hours consisted of nothing, since the system would not work. They rebooted it at least three times. The only thing we could see was the trip map which showed that we were flying up the east coast from Atlanta to Boston and making a sharp right turn headed straight toward the ocean. About 6:15 p.m. CST, the sun was setting. It was beautiful. A few minutes later I could see nothing out of the window. 

There was no internet, which left RT wondering who was winning the Ole Miss vs. Central Arkansas game. Guess we’ll have to wait until we can get on Twitter tomorrow morning. He was looking forward to tracking the game along the way. 

Our dinner was chicken and rice, salad (I got all of RT’s cucumbers, since he hates them), cheese and crackers, a roll with butter, a blonde chocolate chip cookie, Dinner conversation was listening to the liberal Democrat non-practicing Episcopalian lady and the South American Catholic doctor, (who claimed he only goes to church to take his children) drone on and on.

The third reboot was wholly unsuccessful, so we decided to take a nap, which was wholly unsuccessful as well. They served us turkey and cheddar on a roll and Milano cookies later in the evening, which we both ate. (Weight watchers is out of the question on this trip, I am discovering.) 

No movies, no music (my iPhone was low on battery) and a couple of puzzle books and a SkyMall magazine kept me company. In my haste, I forgot to pack my book.

They fed us a nice breakfast just before we landed, but that did not stop us from eating the free breakfast at the hotel!

On time and ready to go!

With no internet or movies, our entertainment was watching ourselves cross the ocean.

We're here!

First glimpse of Italia under cloud cover.

God only knows...

Tomorrow is the first anniversary of my son's marriage. In one way, it seems like it was just yesterday, and in another, it seems as though they have always been married. In any case, I truly believe that our daughter-in-law was a special gift from God to Aaron and to us. She is perfect for our son. They fit together and it is obvious to anyone around them that their marriage was meant to be.

I saw a photo Aaron posted on Twitter of the gift Anna had given him for their anniversary. She had handmade a note that read, "God only knows what I'd be without you" taken from the Beach Boys song. It struck me right in the heart. So intimate, yet so profound. I think it sums up the true love between a wife and her husband. I know I feel that way about my husband, and now someone special feels that way about our son.

I think Aaron would probably say that the reverse is true, too. I hope Richard would say that about me. I pray for them and their marriage every day. I am so happy that my son has this amazing young woman in his life. I am grateful to God that her parents let us share her. And that God has been gracious enough to give us another "daughter" in our daughter-in-law.

I think if I could rewrite that song, I would say, "God only knows what we'd be without you..."

I read the news today, oh boy...

The news lately has been so depressing. First the shootings in Colorado, and then the Sikh Temple shooting. A lot has been said about gun control both in the media and in front of the water cooler.

The shootings in Colorado and in the Sikh Temple are so absolutely horrendous it is hard to even talk about them. My heart is broken for the parents who lost sons and daughters in these senseless acts. Because of one man's horrible actions, dozens of families and friends have lost loved ones.

How can anyone justify the loss of innocent lives when folks are just going out for a night at the movies or to their own temple for a religious service? A person who can take lives as though they mean nothing is clearly insane and evil. Heated discussions on gun control have certainly ensued after these events.

I go back to what a friend, who just happened to be a policeman, always said: "Guns don't kill people. People kill people." That, I believe is the bottom line. I don't know what the answer is in terms of gun control. We need to keep guns out of the hands of criminals, but how do we do that, exactly? What about hunters? How about our right to bear arms? These questions absolutely overwhelm me as a Christian.

The Catechism of the Catholic Church teaches:

"God created man a rational being, conferring on him the dignity of a person who can initiate and control his own actions. God willed that man should be ‘left in the hand of his own counsel,’ so that he might of his own accord seek his Creator and freely attain his full and blessed perfection by cleaving to him. Man is rational and therefore like God; he is created with free will and is master over his acts."  

"As long as freedom has not bound itself definitively to its ultimate good which is God, there is the possibility of choosing between good and evil, and thus of growing in perfection or of failing and sinning. This freedom characterizes properly human acts. It is the basis of praise or blame, merit or reproach. The more one does what is good, the freer one becomes. There is no true freedom except in the service of what is good and just. The choice to disobey and do evil is an abuse of freedom and leads to “the slavery of sin.” 

I pray for an end to all violence, and for the sanctity of all life. Lord, hear our prayer.

Our blessings increase

This past week has been an exciting time for us. July 10 was our 30th wedding anniversary. We had decided that this year would be a good time to renew our wedding vows, so we did that during mass this past Sunday.

My son and his wife came from Birmingham on Friday evening to spend the weekend. My daughter-in-law's sweet parents came to support us, too. We had a great day on Saturday visiting with them and sharing stories and fellowship.

The ceremony on Sunday morning was just beautiful. Our pastor was so wonderful. He called up our son and daughter-in-law for a family blessing after the ceremony.  

We had placed flowers in the sanctuary, and bought a beautiful cake and flowers for our church family to celebrate with us after mass in the fellowship hall. After mass, my husband and son surprised me by singing a song for me. It was the song, "I Wouldn't Change You If I Could" by Ricky Skaggs. My sweet husband played the guitar and my son played his mandolin. They had spent a lot of time practicing to learn the song. It is one of the best gifts I ever got.

The day was, like most other special occasions, bittersweet, because Lauren was not there. Missing your child on a special family occasion is a part of every grieving parent's life. But I think this day, like my son's wedding day last year, was more sweet than bitter. I have come to realize that even though Lauren is not here physically, she is always with us. I believe that and it gives me peace. 

Moment by moment

On a mundane trip to Walmart the other night, I had what I call a "Lauren moment." They come quite often, and usually very unexpectedly. I'll bet most grieving parents experience these same types of moments. Some ordinary, everyday thing will trigger a strong feeling or memory. I know these moments happen to anyone who has lost a loved one, but I think those of us who have lost children probably experience them in a more intense way. I believe that is true for me.  It's like a sharp physical pain for me. It sometimes stays with me for days, other times I get through it quickly.

The moment started when I saw the school supplies. My first reaction was, "Already? It's just July!" But there they were: the supply lists for the schools. Lauren was one of those kids who never procrastinated when it came to school. She might take forever to clean her room, but if the teacher gave her an assignment that involved a poster board and markers, we would be at Walmart the day it was assigned, even if it wasn't due for weeks. I don't think I ever had to say, "Lauren, do your homework!" It was done and perfect before I could even ask. 

The school supplies were very important to her. She had to have them the first day the list appeared in Walmart. Everything on that list had to be bought and brought home so she could get them organized and ready for school. I took her to Walmart her senior year to buy school supplies, even though she could drive. Mama had to take her. That's the way it was.

There wasn't much traffic in the school supply aisle the other night, but I couldn't bring myself to walk through there. The moment stayed with me for a while. 

I know there will be many other moments like that until the day I die, or I'm too old to remember them. I hope I am never too old or feeble to remember her that clearly and closely. That way, she is never far away from me. 

"Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address." Joe Fox, "You've Got Mail." 

The way we got through

At least three times in the last few months someone has told me what an inspiration we were to them because of the way we reacted to Lauren's death. And every time someone says something like that, I am always shocked. I find it hard to imagine that people feel that way about us, but I am always so grateful to them for their kind words.  Often, I walk away wondering what they mean, though.

Usually I recount our experience trying to get through the night Lauren died.  My husband and I were up all night. We were almost in a daze, alternately crying and trying to figure out how to survive without her. At one point, we decided what our plan would be. We began to ask ourselves what Lauren would want us to do. Would she want us to crawl under a rock? No. To turn to drink or drugs? No. Would she want us NOT to take care of her brother? Absolutely not. Would she want us to abandon our faith? NO!

We became more focused- We spent the next week surrounded by the support of our family and friends, our priests and our church family and our wonderful community. We were able to hold on to each another and to our son and our God, and walk- one foot in front of the other- to honor our daughter and her memory. We made that our goal- that people would not forget the lovely child of God that she was, and that through her memory, we would minister to others who lost their children and endow her scholarship to help other college students.

I realize now that it was our faith in God that took us through. As my sweet husband said, "Why should I be angry at God? He is the only one who can help me!" I am blown away by his deep relationship with God.

When someone comments on our strength, or how we were such an inspiration, I am quick to remind them that I have no strength of my own. It all comes from God. My childhood friend, Joel, who has suffered with kidney disease since birth, has a signature on his e-mail that reads, "I'll point to Jesus and say he is why I am here." I think he has the right idea.

The Church teaches that we are to be Christ to others. What a great challenge! I fall short of that challenge every day. But every day, I try. I hope people can see him in me.