August 30, 2003
12:30 mass is where they baptize the children. Often, the church yard is filled with well dressed families, happy faces, baptismal gowned babes, proud parents, grandmothers, grandfathers, cousins, uncles; camcorders, toddlers long past their turn, new couples, fresh golden bands, holding hands and smiling at each other, with the knowing, loving, glance of “one day, it will be our turn”. I watch, in opened space as if my nose were pressed against part of life’s window. For you, this will never be. “No” is a painful word. I feel as if as it means I’m meant for some other purpose.