Dad, nephews, myself on the first row. My brother and sister in law, and her parents on the second.
My youngest nephew celebrated his first communion on Saturday. Not being a Catholic, I wasn't sure what to expect, especially with a Latin Mass.
The church was filled with light, and the deeply moving sound of Gregorian chant. Lacking an understanding of the words was no hindrance to feeling the presence of God. Sitting next to my father, and watching my nephew and my brother in the pew in front of us, I wished that my Mother could be present and see this.
I looked at her wedding rings, which I wear, and they winked and sparkled in the light, and the realization was that she was indeed there: as a part of myself; as the love my father has for her; and as the love she bequeathed to my brother, his wife, and their three children.
Love binds us as a family, in the present, to the future, and beyond death. I am deeply grateful for the love my family shares.