If all goes as planned, in about 22 hours I will be meeting with some old friends, some of them who were at one time closer than family, and who are still dear to me after friendships of some 40 years or so. It will be a hard get together, as we gather to carry out the series of actions that will lay their daughter, sister, niece, grand daughter, cousin, and friend, to rest after a long struggle. A very tough time. I don't know who all is going to be there. I know that one, a cousin of the deceased who was and perhaps still is, almost a little sister to me, is flying up from Florida, and perhaps bringing her sister along. I know that there is a sister of the deceased who has been working in Paris, France. Don't know if she'll be able to be present. And a brother coming from New Jersey. And many more such cases. So my heart is heavy, funerals and good-byes have been too much a part of my whole life, from my childhood. Colors one's outlook on life.
Dear Wife is planning to go with me to the calling hours tomorrow night. The funeral service itself, Thursday morning, she is committed to "watching" a very active 3-year-old, an obligation she can't escape, and the child wouldn't handle a funeral Mass very well. Not sure that I will, but I'm planning to be there. So we shall see.
The Old Testament reading is Psalms 47, 48. and 49.
The New Testament reading is chapter 26 of the Acts. This contains one of those sad phrases, perhaps thrown aside at the time without much thought, that later became the title and theme of a great hymn, "Almost Persuaded". Almost. But not. Been there. Not a good place to be.