The name stays.
I now live with my 2 children, 4 dogs, 6 chickens, 1 rabbit, 1 rat, 1 mouse and 1 frog. No, never mind, the frog moved out yesterday or the day before, I don't remember, but his name is now Steve. Oh, and of course John lives here too.
But John has been gone a long time. He went to London for a tune-up. He keeps saying he'll be back in a week and the weeks keep passing by and no John. I'm actually very happy here with just the kids, but we do miss John. Benny misses him most of all, I think. I hope he's doing well (as he says) and he'll be able to get back to the US with no problems.
Life has been so rich lately, all thanks to Facebook. I have re-connected with people I never thought I'd see again. Alejandrina Solá Y Paz... Wow... I've been dying to hear about her for so long I don't even remember. Her and Ursula Welsz, but I've only found Ale, and just today she accepted my friend request. I hope I can talk to her tomorrow. After all, it was her mother who gave me so much love when I was little, and then she died in a car accident. I remember when Viviana Oshi(?) told me about the accident and I started laughing. I was in such shock, I kept saying "No she didn't die!" and laughing nervously. My brain kept telling me to stop laughing, that it wasn't funny, but my reaction was the opposite. Ale's mom was an amazing woman, and when I saw photos of Ale on Facebook today, I saw her mom in her face. All that was missing was the reading glasses...
I really can't wait to talk to her. I wonder if she has any photos of her mom to share. I need to tell her how the love her mom showed me is the exact same I try to show other children today. That when I want to make a child feel welcome, accepted and loved I think of and channel Ale's mother. I wonder why she loved me so much, as she would tell my mom...
Oh, my gosh!! I also saw Sister Rose on Facebook, who was the very scary nun at St. Dominic's ("Chica!") with the big blue eyes and big boobs... I was soooo scared of her! Anyway, not sure she's still a nun as there is a photo of her in a bathing suit and no signs of a habit... She sent me a message in reply to mine that she remembers me and my mother well. Of course, my mom lived at St. Dominic's when she left my dad and the nuns and priests were her roommates... She always said she had a great time while she lived there. I called my mom and asked her about it after I got the reply from Sr. Rose (Dymphna Tipper now) and she didn't even remember ever having lived there...
Her brain is definitely going. I wonder if she'll get to where she doesn't remember me either.
Time to click "Publish Post". Goodnight.
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