This has been a rough day. There is no good way to handle having to bury one's child. Two friends of long standing had to do that today. I've known the two of them from a time before they knew each other, certainly before the marriage, child, and messy divorce. Their daughter suffered from a rare genetic issue that developed in her mid-30's, was both incurable and irreversible, and the treatments for which were expensive, debilitating, and losing efficacy. About two weeks ago, she told the family, "I am done fighting", declined further infusions, and entered hospice care. Sunday evening, she passed, surrounded by family and friends, and peacefully. I saw some people that I'd not seen in more than 20 years, some for closer to 30 years, and some I knew only by name. Many tears and hugs and memories. One of her aunts sat with me at the funeral Mass, and other cousins, uncles and aunts came up to greet me: after having lived far out of the area for more than 22 years, and being buried in Life (being a husband, a father, a full time employee, and an part-time engineering student) didn't leave time to breathe for the four years before our move out of state), had contact with many either sparse or non-existent.
So a tough day.
The Old Testament reading today is Psalms 53, 54, and 55
The New Testament reading is verses 26-44 of Acts 27