rituals

Had the funeral mass for Mary this morning, a full church at 9 AM on a weekday, not bad for an old lady who didn't get out much towards the end.

Been to too many of these the last few years, but there's a real comfort in the tradition and the same words and a lot of the same faces as well.

The family is doing well, holding fast to each other.

This from the Gospel of St. Lyle:

What makes those little ones grow old
To find enternity?
And what takes the wise and leaves behind
A foolish one like me?

Back home tomorrow, Belfast on Saturday, a winding road ahead.

So long, Mary.

Now you know the answer to every question you ever asked.