On March 6th, 2016 my mom told me she was dying. She passed away on May 6th… sixty days later.
So today I start my annual “Sixty Day Celebration for Cecilia.”
I take this time to put into perspective how long or actually how short the last sixty days of life can be…
I drove up and down I-65 between Chicago and Indianapolis a dozen times in those two months.
My marriage was failing and my mother was dying, but I was fortunate to have the time with Cecilia.
It gave us time for closure.
These next sixty days I’ll be fasting and I’ll be praying to my mom.
Message me if you’d like for me to pray for you…. My mom would love the opportunity to help you.
