Today is the 4th anniversary of Dad’s death. I had scheduled a Mass at 5 p.m. for him, but our two priests had to go out of town. Instead there was a communion service following Adoration. So, I rescheduled and the Mass will be tomorrow (3/22) at 8 a.m. That worked out well, actually, because Grant will go with me. I decided to attend Adoration and the communion service, though.
Adoration was very nice. There were many students there, some sitting around the Blessed Sacrament on the floor and praying and reading Bibles. These were all guys. There were also some girls there, but mostly guys. I’m so touched by the devotion of these UGA students and how prayerful they are.
I am a support person in the RCIA classes on Tuesday evenings. These kids are so smart and inspire me with their faith. We have 4 students who will be Baptised, 3 who will be Confirmed (+3 adults), and 4 students who will be confirmed. They have become so close and really just like family to one another. I’ am blessed to be involved with this group.
Sister Marie, who leads the RCIA classes, conducted the Communion Service this afternoon. She knew that it was Dad’s anniversary. She asked me to read the first reading at the service, and she also prayed for me and for Dad during the Prayer of the Faithful. I was moved and appreciative of her support.
I’m very blessed to have been married to such a good man for 47 years, who loved me in spite of all of my faults. It’s good to sit back and remember all of the good times. Now, I am going to reread all of the Sympathy cards and think about that amazing week-end when he died and our family came together to plan the funeral. What a great job you all did!
TO DAN!
Mom, you’ve been amazing since then and Dad would be proud of your mastery of the Z Plan, selling the old house, setting up the new one, and so many other things you have been doing. I remember you being so worried about how the finances and bills and everything would work out and you have done a great job of working with USAA, talking to your family, and figuring it all out. To Mom!
And TO DAN!
Ahhhhh. Thank you, sweetheart.
Because it was good Friday, I don’t think about the date as much. And here it isn’t even Palm Sunday, so I need to memorize the date.
But St Patrick’s Day is another reminder. The parade in Augusta and the trip to the hospital.
Driving home from the airport late Thursday night, I was zipping along with traffic, and my 80 mile per hour alarm sounded. That doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it reminds me of Dad. He was amazed my car did that, but he was also glad I was driving fast.
Dad would have been tickled by our tax night when you observed that your savings are growing faster than you are spending them!
Still wish I knew why he named it the Z Plan….