Tell me the truth

This year we gathered for baby James’s baptism and Sean’s first communion.  The baby is fast asleep and Sean is proud showing off his creative side.  Children when asked if they are telling the truth, the response is normally a resounding YES.  Of course.  they are telling the truth.  Look at these innocent faces. They are such angels in the making.

There are also confirmation, weddings, renewal of vows and funeral gatherings.  The centre of all of this is our Catholic faith.

What makes these events memorable is the sharing of stories, the one-up-man-ship and the race who can tell the best story.  We love stories.  One time, I managed to beat my brother-in-law in telling a story.  When it was his turn, his opening remark was “You stole my thunder.”

Back to tell me the truth, the event was at Mother’s funeral mass in April 2010.  When one is grieving, it’s so easy to be distracted.  I remember losing my keys in the church.  How or where I misplaced it was beyond me.  Going from pew to pew, retracing my steps, who I saw, asking the family and children if they have seen or found my keys.

The children said ” I dunno.”  Really, I thought.  I was a child before and something tells me that this is untrue.  No point on upsetting people in an upsetting gathering.

Eventually, it was found.  How it was found, I cannot remember.  One thing though the act, the thief and the liar is all recorded and I have proof.  The guilty person cannot argue with this picture as he was reaching for the keys behind me with his mischievous smile.

And I cannot help but smile, the children grow up and they love listening to this story.

“A family that prays together, stays together.”
“Create in me a pure heart, oh God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.” ~ Psalm 51:10
“And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil” ~ Matthew 6:13

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Death, A Trip of a Lifetime

75 years old is my cut-off.  Take it or leave it.  I just don’t want God to forget all about me and let me live till the turn of the next century. 
I have discussed this with my sisters what I want to wear in the casket.  It will be my red dress that Mother made for me when I was in my twenties and still fits me.  The dress has been used by my sisters and nieces, and I keep on telling them to take good care of it because I need it for my burial gown.  
On the checklist is the reading at the mass, what songs to play (happy songs, please), no black dress in the funeral, cremation and of course, the Last Will and Testament. 
There, I am ready, any time, take me home. 
As for the Requiem, vengeance is mine.  I want to surprise them with an envelope to be read in the church should the priest allow it.  And at the end, one slide show, a pre-recorded  of my  last statement and a projection of my beautiful smile. 
The reading would be about Beatitudes, the teaching of Jesus Christ that in my opinion replaces the Ten Commandments of Moses.  
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted
Blessed are the meek; for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness; for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful; for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart; for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers; for they shall be called the children of God. 
And in my pre-recorded voice: Lunch on me, let’s party and dance. And a smile.  Let’s move to the church hall. 
 This is in response to Daily Prompt: Write your own Eulogy.  Come and join us, it’s fun.
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