I’m pretty foggy and not really bursting with profound thoughts, so just some random things. I’m not maudlin, though I might seem that way (it’s the circumstances). Try to ignore it if I do.
I’ve always feared dying alone. Something that so astounds me that I haven’t fully realized it is that when Christ calls, I will be surrounded by family and friends who love me. There is nothing quite so beautiful as the glint of tears in the eyes of a visiting parishioner whom you barely know.
The one relationship in my life I had most painfully wanted to repair has, against all odds, begun to heal. Nothing could have made me happier than dying in the knowledge that my son had forgiven me, or was at least on the way toward forgiving me.
Tomorrow, Fr John and Fr Basil are coming, and Wyatt is driving up from Filthadelphia. The Kleinsteivers (sister-in-law, her parents, and my niece) will also be here. There is a flow of visitors over the next week or so, and they will keep coming. When it is time, the Light of Christ will shine in the countenances of these loving people whom I am so honored to know.