Easter Monday. Today was supposed to be a day to catch up on so many things but I hardly did any of the items on my list. Instead I went to a funeral for a woman who welcomed me into my parish and made me feel at home these past 25 years. I did not get home until 3:30 and then realized I was quite tired so took a wee nap.
When I think of Mary, I think of a strong woman, pictured here with her daughter and granddaughter at one of our church functions, who grew strong women, both her own and those around her. She encouraged me so often throughout the years and I knew I was not the only fortunate one. She touched many lives. I am grateful for her influence on mine.
I thought she might pass away while I was on vacation but she lingered and died on Palm Sunday. The church was packed today, filled with the lives she blessed over her many years in the parish and beyond. Her former employer celebrated and told great stories about her high expectations for life at our church. Her son and daughter sent her off with wonderful stories too.
I was glad that I was able to see her and bring her the Eucharist at the hospice where she spent her last days prior to my vacation. We reminisced and she introduced me as a dear, old friend to the staff there. She had done so much for me over the years that I was happy to give back. I had planned on starting to bring the Eucharist to her upon my return. I am relieved to know that I did not wait until it was too late. Sometimes, making time is crucial because we do not get a second chance.
Who in your life has changed you? Who should you stop and give thanks for this moment?
Peace,
Suzanne
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