Erica’s Blog

On this day last year, Hubby & I toured St. Peter’s Cathedral.  I spent a long time standing before the Pieta, weeping.  Sadly, since that lunatic in the 1970’s attacked it with a hammer, it’s behind glass, and you can’t get close to it at all.  The sculpture really resonates for me b/c I know how it feels to hold my dead son in my arms.

We’re going to the cemetery in a while to polish up Paul’s plaque, leave flowers for him and all the other assorted relatives.  I’ll have pictures later or tomorrow.  For now, these posts from the past say a lot:

• “Come to Jesus” Lyrics
• Meet You There
• Paul’s Angel Day