Edit- I posted this Friday 30th October, Irish time, and didn't notice that the time on my blog is different..what's that about? I've now changed time settings to GMT- something new learned today!
This morning, at 3.15 am or so, my Mum is 22 years dead.
These were two of her favourite little poems/sayings:
1. When e're I pass a church
I always pay a visit
So that on the day when I'm wheeled in
The Lord won't say "who is it?"
2. Think of the wants of others
Think of them before your own
See all the good in others
See that and that alone.
She wasn't perfect, but she was perfect enough.
Her funeral was on All Saints Day, and at the ceremony, the priest said some words that I will always remember. "Saints are ordinary people who do their best at the ordinary things they do, and who bring good into the lives of others." He went on to say that my mother was a saint- he knew her well.
I'm so proud to have had a saint for my mother.
This morning I'll visit the church where she always insisted on visiting when she came to Dublin shopping. Often, I saw this as a waste of good shopping time, but I see it differently now. I'll light a few candles, and say a little prayer for her. Not that she needs it, she's a saint after all.