This cross is the one I selected for my wife's headstone.  At the time, I did not know why I picked this cross rather than any other cross that was offered as options.

I week or so later, I remembered that we has used this cross with the inmates in one of the prison retreats that we do.  I suspected that I had found the source of my inspiration.  But, I dug a little further.   What is this cross, it's not the Latin cross or the Celtic cross.  It's the Pectoral cross, also known as the Bishop's cross.  Wait, isn't a bishop a priest?  No, I have no aspirations to be a bishop, I picture myself as a parish priest.  But, I chose an ordained minister's cross for my wife's headstone.

To wrap up my cross story, I was leaving Fr Rasp after a spiritual direction session.  I saw something and froze in my tracks.  Planted in the ground, standing 8 feet tall, in front of his parish's church is a Bishop's cross. Wow, Fr. Rasp was indeed destined to be part of my journey.