Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait pas

Friday, May 20, 2005

My Granny

This post is kind of coming out of left field, and is a result of a conversation I just had with a co-worker. Follow the segue:

me: hey, check out my "stigmata"

her: huh??? what the hell???

me: stabbed myself last week in the middle of my hand catching a pencil

her: you know, scientifically speaking they would had to bang the nails through his wrists, not his hands and another thing, we are missing a few days between Good Friday and Easter Sunday if it took three days to go on the cross, die and resurrect

me: yup, I know and he was also probably born in August, not December --- when they were trying to convert the world to Christianity they took some poetic license to draw the crowds, so to speak

her: someone went to Sunday School

me: sort of, but my granny went to Mass every day and if you were on her "list", you were golden. In fact, Oprah did a story on her a few years ago, after she died

her: really? that's cool

me: yup, and my dad still can't watch it. I'll send you the link

here's the link: http://www.oprah.com/rys/journeys/rys_journeys_20000515.jhtml

Happy long weekend!!!

3 comments:

jill said...

that's so sweet... i love it... and you have some of granny in you - even though i don't know you too well..

why is it a long weekend?

Bevvy said...

Thank you for sharing this touching tale, Finn. I'm also fascinated with stigmatas and would love to see the topic covered more widely - THANK YOU!

I look forward to reading more of your heartfelt posts...

Kathryn said...

Long weekend up here in Canada, Quenn Victoria's birthday