Little sweetheart, today is the first day of Lent - Ash Wednesday. These days of observation - especially Holy Week, which marks the end of Lent and continues on to Easter - have become increasingly important to me over the years.
Ash Wednesday wasn’t something I knew well growing up. It was only after I found that little church up on West End Avenue and regularly attended their Ash Wednesday service that I came to understand its importance, feel its weight, find it resonant in strengthening my faith. And of course, there was the awful and surreal vision of seeing early morning visitors and healthcare personnel arriving with their foreheads marked by ash in the corridors of SF General the morning after your accident eleven years ago. That realization that Tuesday night had become Wednesday morning and indeed was Ash Wednesday itself, remains seared into my memory.
It’s terribly sad, little sweetheart, but also underscores my belief that there is so much more beyond what, merely mortal, I can perceive with my senses. I know you see all. That you see me and do your best to comfort and guide me. Maybe the most important thing I routinely speak of in my prayers is a wish that I listen ever more closely for your voice and guidance. This day is a very good one to remind me of that.
With all my love forever.
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