Remembering Mothers

 Last week I went to the wake for the mother of one of our male nurses and met his family - his Dad, his wife, his daughters, etc. It was held in a beautiful mission chapel and there was a prayer service with all of us saying the rosary and singing between each decade. Flowers kept arriving. There were portraits of the mother on each side of the casket and there were also at least four television screens that did show some smaller pictures. Each of the family went to the mike to speak about the mother, (or wife, or sister, grandmother, etc.) Every speaker shed many tears. However, at the end, a guitar was given to the sond and he played a cheerful song that had many of the girls joining the choir of men and almost dancing. I must add that all the women wore white and the men had on white shirts and black pants.

Now, as I am late today, you will need to wait until tomorrow's blog for me to copy a beautiful poem from the program.