Thursday, August 29, 2002
I cried. The mass was wonderful. The church was full. All the priests from the diocese were there. It is such a beautiful church. It is a circular shape with stained glass windows (deep blue the overriding color) extending 270 degrees around the sanctuary. He knew he was dying and called a few close people to ask them to talk at his funeral. They did a good job. The music, led by the Kellys was good too. The rain had stopped so we were able to walk across the street to the cemetery. The police stopped the traffic. There also was a delicious luncheon. Another single woman sat down near me and we started talking. We found an interesection in our lives other than knowing Father B. We both had attended the Catholic Church in Lynnbrook, NY where someone was shot to death last year. She grew up around there and I worked in Lynnbrook at the Robert Plan when I worked for Perot Systems.
I was emotionally overwrought for the rest of the day.
I will have to pack tomorrow night. We leave Saturday.
Rosalind 10:50 PM
It is finally raining after the long, very hot, dry summer. Naturally, this is the day that I made an appointment to have my car's oil changed and walk the quarter mile to my workplace! And more so, we are heading to the beach for the Labor Day week!
Today is Father Beirschmitt's funeral. I have taken time from work to go. Two weeks ago, my uncle's funeral and now this. Neither man was really close to me at this point in my life, so the sense of loss is small; Rather an increased awareness of the baton passing, my own aging, the sensation of time slipping like sand through my fingers. It is also a time to reconnect with people from the past, a time when these men played a more significant part in my life.
Plans to attend the funeral today led to problems with my car dropoff at the gas station. They couldn't have it ready by the time I have to leave, so I will drop it off at 1:00 pm instead. The mechanic promised it would be ready at 4:00. We shall see.
Rosalind 8:39 AM
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