a cave, a grave
a day: arise, ascend Jesus told them a parable about the need to pray always and not lose heart ~Luke 18:1 Each year, while it was only the early hours of June 14th, my mom would wake me up. Then, even before the sun would break on those short summer nights, she would tell me the story of the day I was born. How she wanted me to have an Irish name. How a stranger said she waddled like a duck when she walked. How, when she came into the hospital because she was having contractions, the doctors told her it was too early; that she was just anxious. How that was the night I was born, though. How the doctor almost wasn’t ready! How there was a storm, and everyone had to go to the hallway. How I was sick, and how she didn’t get to hold me very long. And finally, the part that brought it all together, how it came out. How there we were, with her telling me that story again . Over the years, even as I grew older and showing affection to parents was decidedly uncool, I co...