|Mom at my sister's wedding--the|
day after Dad's funeral. We were
all so happy for Jane and Jim, the
smile (so typical) was genuine.
That has got to be one of the greatest "natural" benefits of going to daily Mass for 40 years. All week, I've been hearing the Gospels that were slowly preparing me, encouraging me, to "let it be done" to Mom according to those words: "He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day."