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Vignette: Remembering Cindy

By Margo, on August 13th, 2009%

 

I managed to drag myself out of bed at 5.45am today.  I am not an easy morning person.  Once I am up and get going then I am okay.  It’s  the clawing my way up out of sleep and letting go of the sheer wonderfulness of being snuggled up that I find hard.  But I really want to create a routine for Thursday mornings; going to 8am Mass followed by a special Rosary with a small group.

When I walked into the church the first thing I saw was a closed coffin in the center aisle in front of . . . → Read More: Vignette: Remembering Cindy

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Vignette: Mother-Son Love

By Margo, on July 28th, 2009%

 

Today we celebrated yet another funeral in my parish.  I use the word celebrate because in the Catholic faith we chose to say a Mass of the Resurrection in celebration of the deceased being resurrected into new life with Christ.

I am a member of the Ministry of Consolation and so I find myself attending more funerals than the average person.  As part of our ministry we prepare the church for viewing services and vigils which usually take place the day before the funeral Mass, and then for the Mass itself.  We are on hand to greet family and . . . → Read More: Vignette: Mother-Son Love

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Vignettes: Young Grief

By Margo, on July 25th, 2009%

He wore a bright apple green tee shirt.  He was probably about 10 years old, slight in build with mid brown hair.  His shoulders were hunched and he clung to his mother’s hand as they came into the church entrance hall.  His eyes were red and he had obviously been crying quite a lot. 

As his mother made her away across the narthex toward the tables full of photos and other small items, he held back a little – as though afraid.  He cuffed His nose with his wrist and his mother put her arm around his shoulder.  He . . . → Read More: Vignettes: Young Grief

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