- Is waiting on the sidelines
When my mother was a child her mother forbid her to go to church, especially a Catholic Church. Why? Who knows, we are a motley crew of people.
One day her best friend asked her to go to church, a Catholic Church. My Mom told me, “When I walked into the church and sat down, I knew Jesus was there and I wanted to become Catholic”. For those not familiar with Catholic practices, Jesus is always present in the tabernacle; that is what my mother had sensed.
Time went on, World War II was in full bloom and Mom volunteered to help at the USO for service men and their families; she met her future husband in the process, my Dad. Mom had fallen in love with a Lutheran and knew when they married she would become Lutheran not Catholic; together they would raise two children.
One day the daughter, that’s me, announced she was going to join the Catholic Church. What a surprise to the family and a shock to my father. My only response was thinking: this to shall pass and all will hopefully be well one day.
My brother and I lived many miles away from our parents and could not give them the physical help they needed in their waning years. My Dad had made provision for he and Mom to reside in an assisted living situation in the town they lived; my brother and I were thankful.
On one of my visits to their new home, my mother tells me: “I want to die Catholic.” Personally, I was shocked; I did not know all that I’ve shared with you so far. My response was, “You need to talk to Dad about that decision.”
Up to this point in my life I had been Catholic for about 10 years and Dad said to Mom, “I see Conny has not gone off the deep end, so you can become Catholic.” I don’t know whose heart exploded more joyously mine or Mom’s.
My mother’s dream as a child did not come about until she was 83. After Dad died my mother lived with me for 5 years and passed away at the age of 90. I had the privilege of burying her Catholic, her childhood dream fulfilled.