Passion for Paraguay

Picking up the Covid 19 bug does not seem like an unusual experience these days. I tested Covid positive last month. Exactly about one year after the first cases in China appeared and then gradually cascaded around the world.  When I tested positive, I did not know what to expect. Stories of horror abound. I braced for the worst but hoped for the best. As soon as I had the symptoms I retreated into my office and spent ten days in exile. I mean, I still had access to my family from a safe distance. I was given a plate of food three times a day. I drank from my own cup and slept on a mat on the office floor. I was trying to heed my doctors instructions to isolate and protect the rest of the family.  My son also picked up the virus. He was not too upset, since it gave him an excuse to sleep late, binge watch his shows on his TV and relax.  Between days 5-8 I got a little scared. I had some pressure on my chest, and needed to stay still for several hours not to put too much p...

As I begin my second year without my Julie and Timothy,  I still look for answers, but I believe, with a new perspective. One Year and One month went by since the accident.  It’s been, the longest, most painful and probably most physically aging year in my life. I have never had to grieve before. I did not even know how to grieve, or never thought about grieving. Celebrating 100 with Grandma in Buenos Aires When my 101 year old grandma died, we all celebrated her faithfulness to God and long life. When my three day, just born, little brother died, we grieved for a few days, and life went on... When Julie and I lost our second child due to an ectopic pregnancy, we had each other and had Timothy to find comfort. So life went on…. Timothy helping dad with construction Julie loved avocado You might ask how I am doing, or what I am up to. Overall I am doing better, still crying at times, still missing my Julie and Timothy, but k...