Into God's Arms

I spent much of today getting ready, going to a funeral and then spending time with the family afterwards. Weddings and funerals always make me proud to be Catholic. We do them right. Just the proper amount of ceremony with dignity and ritual combined. This was the funeral of 93 year old convert. (She wasn't 93 when she converted. Mayb 60 or so.) Because so few of her friends were still alive, the funeral was held at the regular noon daily Mass. There were probably 5 or 6 of us there for the funeral and the rest were Mass regulars. Her son and granddaughter aren't Catholic, but her daughter-in-law converted a couple of years ago. Sort of interesting how that works. Anyway, it made me happy to be Catholic.