Today’s readings at Mass were about Elijah’s and Jesus’ raising of two young men. The Gospel reading for today’s morning prayer was an excerpt from the story of Lazarus. I thought for the thousandth time of the Kane family. Joseph’s funeral was yesterday.
My sister Martha wrote more about Joseph’s disappearance in her blog. I haven’t really blogged about it because . . . I don’t know. This loss is so heartbreaking, and what is there to say? I go about my days, but this weighs heavy on my heart.
Reading the guest book to Joey’s obituary is bittersweet. I babysit him and his siblings years ago. He served at Pat’s and my wedding Mass. It was Ordinary Form-but-in-Latin. Bless his heart, I don’t think Joseph ever had heard a word of Latin before in his life. He was a bit apprehensive, but he agreed to serve at the last minute when our planned server couldn’t come.
As the years went by and his sisters and my sisters and I grew up and moved away, I saw his family only occasionally. I think the last real conversation I had with him was two years ago. How heartwarming–though not surprising–to learn what a wonderful young man he grew to be.
Please pray for my friends. Thank you.
Eternal rest, grant unto him O Lord
and let perpetual light shine upon him.
May his soul and the souls of all the faithful departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace.