Yesterday was the second anniversary of
my mom's passing. I was overwhelmingly busy but quietly in the back of my head was remembering often photographic moments of that fateful, God-written, startling day. It will always be one of the miracles of my lifetime that God arranged for me to travel 3,000 miles to her the very day she died--being present with her as she left this earth--when we had no idea her passing was imminent.
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| A picture of my mom and me, as well as her stuffed buffalo, on the bookshelf by my rocking chair |
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| The priest's Mass intention today was for my mom |
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| Mary's Mass intentions |
My five-year-old noticed today the book of Mass intentions in the narthex and asked me what it was. When I explained, she asked permission to write down her intentions: I was particularly touched that she remembered her Gramma Lisa.
Continued prayers for the happy repose of your mother's soul.
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