From October 9, 2018
It was early Saturday morning; it was still dark, probably hours before sunrise. I suddenly woke up. I looked at my watch and said aloud to no one: “Oh no! It’s 5:30am…I’m going to be late for Mass at the sisters.” I jumped up, turned on the light…and realized I was in Florida. That was a crazy feeling. My heart was racing to get going…yet I suddenly had nowhere to go. I had been dreaming about Tamysha. The feeling of loss is ever present. I must entrust my little girl to God’s love and mercy.