Salome Trujillo

I have been journeying the highway of GRIEF since the death of our beloved and only son Toby Trujillo on January 14, 2017. I want to say at the outset that I feel blessed to have been chosen by our Lord to be born a cradle Catholic.

On Sunday, January 15, 2017, I went to Mass as usual at 8:30 AM to pray for my Hito. I cried and felt desolate. After Mass I went to pray to our Blessed Mother and ask her to give me the strength to face the task of handling the funeral for our son. I thanked her for always loving our family and for her presence in my life now that I needed her more than ever. I said, "Mother I know you know my heart as you lost your only son our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ."

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than a thought came to me: yes, and blessed am I for not having to watch my son crucified. My son wanted to be buried in New Mexico, so we had a rosary for him here at St. Catherine and, then, we took him home to bury him in New Mexico. Upon my return, I began going to adoration of the Blessed Sacrament on Fridays. Sometimes for five hours, sometimes for less. One day, I was alone in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament. I did not realize the other parishioners had left. I began to shake as I had forgotten to eat breakfast and as a diabetic I should not skip meals. I was taught as a child we do not leave the Blessed Sacrament alone.

So, I asked Jesus to please send someone in as I really needed to eat! He sent a gentleman who came to my pew and gave me a bag lunch. He said, "I see you here all the time and I thought today you might need lunch." If there was any doubt that the Lord was carrying me in my time of deep sorrow, that action took it away. I sat and ate my lunch with Jesus. I kept Him company until He was returned to the tabernacle. I thanked Him for His loving reminder that I am never alone. He is always with me. Ask and you shall receive, I asked and I received.