...for family, those still here and those who have passed, who have always supported me
...for friends, who are there when you need them and lift you up
...for health, as I see those who struggle and persevere with their health issues, mine seem so minor
...for a free, but crazy country, where we have freedoms and rights unimagined elsewhere
...for a priestly vocation, after another marriage vocation, as I move from one call to another
...for a God that loves us unconditionally, no matter who we are or what we do.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
R.I.P. to my big sister
Last weekend, at 3:41 on Saturday morning, I got the call I had been dreading. My sister lost her battle to her brain tumor. My pastoral supervisor sent me packing to Maine as soon as he read the email I sent to him and the Seminary.
I was in Maine for 6 days supporting the family as her daughters and son (and their support systems) managed all the details. It was a lovely wake, funeral and committal.
The high point of a very low week was the support from the Seminary. By my count 22 of my brother seminarians made the trip for the wake, funeral, committal or some combination of the above. Two of the faculty from the seminary also made the trip. My pastor from my home parish came. My pastoral supervisor came. Many drove two hours, made a short visit and drove back. I am awed by their support.
The pastor in Maine offered a rare privileged. Sacred books must be burned or buried. My sister was buried with a 1969 Lectionary in her casket.
I am back at the seminary, trying to cope and grieve. I have two major papers due in the next 2 weeks. I have not one word down on paper. I have no motivation to start. God help me.
I was in Maine for 6 days supporting the family as her daughters and son (and their support systems) managed all the details. It was a lovely wake, funeral and committal.
The high point of a very low week was the support from the Seminary. By my count 22 of my brother seminarians made the trip for the wake, funeral, committal or some combination of the above. Two of the faculty from the seminary also made the trip. My pastor from my home parish came. My pastoral supervisor came. Many drove two hours, made a short visit and drove back. I am awed by their support.
The pastor in Maine offered a rare privileged. Sacred books must be burned or buried. My sister was buried with a 1969 Lectionary in her casket.
I am back at the seminary, trying to cope and grieve. I have two major papers due in the next 2 weeks. I have not one word down on paper. I have no motivation to start. God help me.
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