{"id":4818,"date":"2020-04-18T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-04-18T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/?p=4818"},"modified":"2020-04-17T08:28:13","modified_gmt":"2020-04-17T12:28:13","slug":"when-this-is-over","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/when-this-is-over\/","title":{"rendered":"When This Is Over"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<iframe title=\"When This Is Over 4\/18\/20\" height=\"122\" width=\"100%\" style=\"border: none;\" scrolling=\"no\" data-name=\"pb-iframe-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.podbean.com\/media\/player\/wx4u9-d97b87?from=yiiadmin&#038;download=1&#038;version=1&#038;skin=1&#038;btn-skin=107&#038;auto=0&#038;share=1&#038;fonts=Helvetica&#038;download=1&#038;rtl=0&#038;pbad=1\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>When this is over,\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>may we never again<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>take for granted<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>A handshake with a stranger<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>Full shelves at the store<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>Conversations with neighbors<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>A crowded theatre<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>Friday night out<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>The taste of communion<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>A routine checkup<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>The school rush each morning<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>Coffee with a friend<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>The stadium roaring<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>Each deep breath<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>A boring Tuesday<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>Life itself.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><br><strong><em>When this ends, <\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>may we find<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>that we have become<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>more like the people<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>we wanted to be<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>and may we stay<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>that way  &#8212;  better<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>for each other<\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>because of the worst.<\/em><\/strong><br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>By Laura Kelly Fanucci<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Laura Fanucci was up in the middle of the night with her 5-week-old newborn when the words came to her:\u00a0<strong>\u201cWhen this is all over&#8230;.\u201d<\/strong> She wrote the poem on her smart phone. \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Laura is an author and mother of five who writes about parenting, grief and the sacramentality of everyday life. She thinks her poem comes from her experience of losing twin girls in a miscarriage. She says this taught her about processing and sharing her grief. Laura celebrated Holy Week and Easter in her very full house with her family.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>\u201cWhen this is over\u2026.\u201d\u00a0 YOU fill in the rest of your story&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>What Makes You Say That?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>I would especially love to hear from you and how you are doing during this pandemic along with your comments, questions and suggestions. My email address is:&nbsp;<\/em><\/strong><a href=\"mailto:medardlaz@aol.com\"><strong><em>medardlaz@aol.com<\/em><\/strong><\/a><strong><em>. This is the address I check throughout the day.&nbsp;<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>Please invite your family and your friends to subscribe. We need to assist each other through these trying times with help and strength from the Lord.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Blessings!!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Fr. Med Laz<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When this is over,\u00a0may we never againtake for grantedA handshake with a strangerFull shelves at the storeConversations with neighborsA crowded theatreFriday night outThe taste of communionA routine checkupThe school rush each morningCoffee with a friendThe stadium roaringEach deep breathA boring TuesdayLife itself. 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