Catholics and Memorials
We went to a memorial service last night. It wasn’t just for Dad, but for all people who had passed over time. It was held in a mausoleum. The inside was lit up with candles. Cold hard marble covered the floors and walls. Hundreds of people were there paying their respects to their loved ones. Songs and prayers filled the room. A candlelight vigil was held. As we walked through this mausoleum, candle in hand, I thought about life, death, my own mortality. Yesterday was Mom’s birthday. The week of the funeral, Lorelei made this for grandma.
What is mortality? How do we know when that time comes we have done everything in the world we had wanted to do? When my mother died, I was just a child. I am thankful that my father got to meet his grandkids. My mom didn’t have that option. I think about if something happens to me, how will my loved ones deal with their grief. Many people in my life have passed away. Many people in my life have gone away. People I have loved and lost and others who might have loved me. We grieve for different things in many ways. Some grief is short lived. Other can last much longer. Nothing can compare to losing a parent. They gave us life. They gave us a beginning. Our parents raise us the best they can. We don’t get rule books when we have a child. There are no owner manuals. We take what we have learned from our own parents and society and do our best. We never know how or when our death will happen. It is always very sad when it does. Losing both my parents has taught me to cherish each day. The people in our lives who have brought us trouble and sadness, we can shrug off and hope the best for them. The others who have been there for you through thick and thin, we hold on to and show them our love and gratitude. And our own children… we love them more each day and make every day the best it can be.
My son is well taken care of if my time comes sooner than I want it to. My stepmother will soon legally be my mother and our family will be okay.













