I didn’t mean to wake up at five AM this morning, but it happened. I wanted to wake up at five, but I didn’t think it was going to happen. So here I am, with Ava’s help. Ava started scratching at the door early today.
Easter was yesterday.
It was strange that Easter fell so early in March. This didn’t help with my whole life is moving so fast complex.
It wasn’t a bad Easter, but it could’ve gone horrible.
Mom and I had hatched a haphazard plan to attended Mass yesterday. We were supposed to meet at St. Williams, but somehow are wires got crossed.
Now, when I got to St. Williams, my plan was to sit in a section that would allow us to receive the Eurchrist from Father Francisco, but that section was packed. There was a lady in this section that had saved like seven spaces in a pew. Seven spaces. That’s a lot.
Thing is, we’d been told last week to be more welcoming to folks since its Easter and we want to be more welcoming. So instead of trying to nudge my way in, I decided to get into the season, and went to look for mom and I usual spot in another seating area.
So I texted mom, but she never got my text.
So I spent Mass sitting by myself, thinking mom had bailed on me. It got the point that mom standing me up just kept churning in my head. Mom had been doing so well at going to Mass this Easter season and I wanted to be at Mass with her, I had this thought that I’d have to go pick her up and attend another Mass with her.
Well, shortly before the Liturgary of Eucharist, I finally gave up the ghost and gave it to God, asking him for the grace to concentrate on the Mass. The prayer worked.
I was still adamant about getting the Eucharist from either a Priest or a Deacon, so I snaked into one of their lines. While walking back, I hear Mom yell my name.
Mom was in a pew, jammed in the middle of an isle.
This was an Easter miracle, because mom usually sits in the corner.
Don’t ask me why, but this took me over the top and well, it got a little dusty at Mass all of a sudden.
I think it struck me. Someday, I don’t know when, mom and I will only be able to be at Mass together in spirit.
We opted for a simple Easter and had hotdogs. I grilled hotdogs and drank some Coors.
It was good Easter. Watched Risen.
All in all, not a bad Easter and well, its time to slow it down and see where the Lord decided to take me next.