God's Grace or "Chuckie are you helping out your younger sister?"

This is a remarkable Monday for two reasons:

1. I woke up thinking, "How am I going to get the "pile of stamps" left by Chuck to our nephew Dan?" I did not have a box large enough for the albums, shoe box full, the odd envelopes of stamps that we found in our "tour de treasure hunt" at Chuck's home the Sat after his funeral. Well, ring, ring goes the door bell and the mail lady is delivering a package that contains my healthy pillow I used and left in Cartersville after the memorial service. By God's grace, the box was a perfect fit with not a square inch left over to mail the stamp collection to Dan. Mission Accomplished!

2. I had cut out a Walgreen coupon to "buy one get one free" for up to 3 free rolls of packing tape for my potential move in January. Yesterday I could not find the tape. Today I went back, no tape. I thought I should ask as the snow birds are arriving and I was wondering if the store would get more tape this week or should I get a rain check.

The cashier asked another to "check the stock in the back" She came back, sorry no stock but a much larger role of tape in her hand. "I don't think that counts for the coupon," I replied. "I will go check with the supervisor" as there is no other tape in the back, and no shipment till next Monday (when the coupon would be expired). She comes back with the tape "It is a much larger role so if you buy one, you can only get 1 free, not like the coupon that said 3/3"

I was a very happy camper as this role really is much larger and I hope between the two of them, I will get all the boxes taped and ready to make their move 1/2 block down the street to #8 in January!

So my conclusion this week before All Saints "Chuck is working overtime to pay me back for all I am doing in closing out his estate!" I really do believe our saints are active in our lives if we choose to ask them for help.

I remember all the stories Chuck would tell Joe and I as we slept in the same room. He would tell them before we went to sleep. Both my brothers would make some bet with me that I would loose so I would be the one to have to get out of bed to turn out the light. We slept in the same room until I was about 12 years of age. My dad added an addition then because my three youngest siblings were being born, one a year.

Rest in Peace Chuckie but keep working on my behalf!