We were the closest family possible. Our world was turned upside down on 05/03/09 when my best friend, the person I love most next only to our children, my sister Trina was diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer. Her body gave out on her on 01/09/10 but she will ALWAYS be a part of our daily life and will continue to be in my posts. I started my blog to chronicle our daughter's international adoption from Guatemala and have continued to use it as a journal.

What you will find is my family trying to adapt to our new lives that were handed to us.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Holy Smoke!

Mom saw that saying on the news ticker while we were waiting for the papal smoke. She kept laughing at it all morning.

As I might have said before, mom and I have been obsessed with the Conclave. I started following a Twitter feed and set it up for mobile alerts. I slept with my phone next to me last night. I kept checking the feed throughout the night to make sure I didn't miss a text. I almost turned on the tv at 4am when I DID get a text that there was black smoke. OB-SESSED.

I kept telling everyone who would listen to me that my prediction was that the third smoke would be white. I also predicted that the new Pope would be Cardinal Angelo Scola.

Well I was right about half of it.

I have also been obsessed with the Travis Alexander trial (I've decided to not give the murderer any more   publicity when really, this IS all about justice for Travis). After a five day hiatus, court started again today.  But we're on smoke watch! But the trial is starting again! What to do?! Which to watch? Luckily HLN, which was broadcasting the trial had a side picture of the smoke stack. Whew!

I told mom that my theory of us being so over the top about these two events that when they are all said and done and over will have absolutely no impact on our life is insane. But maybe we are obsessed about things that don't affect us because we have no control over the things that DO affect us.
(My apologies if I messed up affect/effect, I tried to look it up to make sure I was using the words correctly but still couldn't figure it out.)

You can imagine my sheer excitement when we saw smoke! WHITE SMOKE!!! I was whooping and yelling and so excited. Who would it be? Would I be right AGAIN? Remember, this was the third smoke and I said the third smoke would be white. Would it be Scola? How long until we could see the new Pope? I was full of anxiety waiting to hear the words Habemus Papam, to hear what his new Papal name would be, WHO would it be? The trial took a back seat (although I was recording it so I wouldn't miss any of the genius that is Juan Martinez) while mom and I were glued to the tv.

Now there are a few things to note here. I live for spoilers. I read the end of a book before I get even halfway through it. I need to know what will happen before it happens. I check to see who was voted out of "Survivor" at 6pm from the East Coast feed. These two situations that we were in the middle of made  spoilers IMPOSSIBLE.

Finally, after about an hour we had our answer.

Jorge Bergoglio from Argentina is now Pope Francis. 

Where to begin?????? A South American Pope! A Pope from Latin America! The implications from his papal name choice of Francis after St. Francis Assisi! He's so cute! The physical similarities between him and Pope John Paul II, who I really liked, were yet another reason to immediately fall in love with him. 

I am not Catholic. I would sooner call myself a narcissistic, selfish, horrible mother than refer to myself as a Christian. I don't know, or really care, if God exists, and will argue until I'm blue in the face to anyone who has the bad luck to pick this subject to discuss with me (which is rare). I was raised within a very conservative church along with sprinklings of Catholicism since that is what Papa is. 

Any faith that I had that was hanging by a string from the time sissy was diagnosed with Stage IV breast cancer on May 3, 2009, was completely severed on January 9, 2010. 

Again, I'm not Catholic. I don't believe in 99% of what the Catholic church stands for. I don't believe in organized religion for MYSELF. I highly doubt I have any faith and I'm fine with that. I no longer pray. 

All of that said, I must admit I felt an emotion today as the day progressed while watching Pope Francis. Hearing how he has lived his life. Seeing his humility. Watching the tradition. Knowing that "one of us" i.e. a Hispanic, is now His Holiness. 

I feel a bit of hope. 

And THAT is a miracle. 

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