A week ago today we had Mass said for my mom. It was a year on the 24th of September that my mom had passed. When we pulled up to the church there was a hearse out front. There was going to be a funeral Mass said this same morning, this same Mass. We walked into church and saw the family gathered around each other. You could see the pain and anguish in their faces. They were missing their loved one. They were grieving.
We ushered the children into the pew as Mass began. The priests said the prayers over the coffin and sprinkled it with Holy Water and then they processed up the aisle. As the family passed by me, I started to cry. I was crying for them, I knew how they felt. I felt that same grief just one short year ago.
I still miss my mother terribly. I still burst into tears on some days when I think of her. For example, when I am washing dishes at the kitchen sink and I think of how she used to come over and wash the dishes for me. "Just to get you caught up on your chores" she would say. I am still so sad. I still grieve.
But I am healing, God in His Mercy is healing me. The Divine Physician. Being there for that Funeral Mass for this dear older man; husband, father, son, and brother, reminded me that I am being healed and comforted. I am not feeling that same pain that I felt a year ago.
God is good. I am being healed every time I feel this baby kick inside of me. I am healing when I see my dad laugh and smile. I am healing when I watch my children run and play outside. I am healing when I work in my garden and cook a meal from my harvest (she would be so proud). I am healing one day at a time, one moment at a time. I have the hope that one day I will hug and kiss my dear sweet mother again and that is healing me.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord. And let Perpetual Light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. May their Souls and the Souls of all the Faithful Departed through the mercy of God rest in peace.