My last living aunt passed away on Thursday morning, so plans were set in motion to have the funeral today. She lived in Logansport, Indiana, and was an active member of All Saints Catholic Church in the same city.
‘Twas a lovely Mass, the mortuary did as good a job of making the deceased look as if she were simply asleep as I think I’ve ever seen in my life, and we had a sumptuous fried chicken luncheon in the refectory after returning from the cemetery. Lots of family I hadn’t seen for awhile, good times, good times. Sad because Aunt Mary was gone, but happy that she was reunited with Uncle Bud, who died half my lifetime ago.
But what really intrigued me about the whole thing was the fact that there are seven steps from the street into the church, five steps from the transept to the chancel, and three steps from the chancel to the apse.
Don’t tell me you guys aren’t really Freemasons in your heart.
(Yeah, I kid, I kid.)