An instant knowing Last Friday, Kevin and I attended the wake of Dr. Martha (Marty) Muguira, a friend’s mother who had a very rough battle with cancer. The evening and anticipation of it brought back a lot of memories for me as the funeral home was the very one where I with my dad and uncles at the age of eleven to give my nana one last kiss goodbye. When I went in the room where we got to say our final goodbyes before she was cremated, as per her wishes, I knew immediately that she wasn’t there. I was absolutely certain that her spirit, her soul, what made her my favorite person in the world was no longer in her body. At the age of twenty-seven, I went into the same funeral home with my mom to say one last goodbye to my dad before he was cremated. Again, upon entering the room, I knew in an instant that he was no longer there. Just the shell, his body was left, but that he was no longer in it, that his spirit and soul still existed, though outside of their earthly physical form.
A Heavy Heart The anniversary of my father’s death was August 10 and his funeral was August 15, the Feast of the Assumption, so of course I would have been thinking about him anyway, but having reminders of the few years before he died and the hours leading up to his last breath, were that much more poignant and frequent over this past week. Kevin and I have both wondered what are we here for in the grand scheme of things, and it’s scary and depressing to think that my dad died at the age of 54, something none of us would have predicted.
This review I wrote of the play is featured in St. Benedict’s bulletin this week…This original one-act play written and performed by playwright, actress, and director Michele Morris is one you won’t want to miss! Read the whole review and get more info here.
What did you just say?! A snippet of recent conversation with our friend Michele Morris over some really yummy ice cream. The actress unplugged.
Michele: Bump-baaah-nananah! Manah-manah! (Muppet style)
Trisha: Tom Jones (I add trying to jog Michele’s memory and bring her out of Muppetland)
Michele: Manah-manah…what?…huh?…I heard Celtic dodge…but you were just rambling.
Kevin: So I was the one rambling?
Congratulations and celebrations are in order! My best friend from high school Holly Moskowitz passed her boards this week, so now it’s official. She’s a nurse practitioner. I knew you could do it and that your hard work and dedication would pay-off. Congratulations, my dear!
Saying Seeyasoon to our favorite brother in Christ. It’s hard to believe that now is the time for our dearly beloved brother John to leave for seminary. He’ll be moving in to St. Mary’s Seminary in Baltimore to begin classes next week. We’ll miss him lots, but we’re confident that this is how he’s being called to glorify the Lord and bring others closer to Him.