Prayer For the Used To Be's

Prayer For the Used To Be's

“It's Supposed To Be That Way”

by Jim Bianculli, 10/22/2008

Jim and his doctors thought that he might die in three to five years. It's been 13 years now. This is Jim's prayer of acceptance. He and his wife, Marilyn “Moey” Meany Bianculli are just celebrating their 54^th Anniversary. They have six children, twelve grandchildren and three great grandchildren.

My mind more and more transposes, misspells, forgets.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

My hands are starting to shake.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

My arms cannot lift as much, bruise, and cut easily.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

My legs, all those cramps, especially at night.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

My skin changes color like the Fall season.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

My eyes see less and at times blur and tear.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

My nose gets sore and runs,

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

My voice, my signing is bad, I mumble.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

My ears grow hair: maybe that's why I hear less.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

My nails grow hard, fast and discolor.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

My heart beats different and hurts for many different reasons.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way.

But my soul gets stronger and closer to God each day.

It's OK. It's supposed to be that way,

All because of Him.

Submitted and typed by Jim's long time friend, Bob Golden. Jim, Bob, Dick Taylor, Dick McGill and Jack Brown called themselves “The Five.,” They spent many a day and evening playing pick-up football, basketball and baseball, and double, triple, quadruple and quint-triple dating. Jack never married, but the other four were in each others' weddings and have celebrated their 50^th anniversaries. All five are devout Catholics. They all remain in regular contact.