It is difficult to believe that my dad died 4 years ago today. For the past few weeks I have been thinking about him a lot and dreaming about him. Most of my dreams continue the saga of how I was unable to care for him during the last several months of his life and feeling guilty about that. Even though I have been blessed with people who have helped me to work through those feelings, they still come to the surface every now and again. This morning I went to Mass as I had requested the intentions for both my parents. During Mass it occurred to me that I did what I could for my dad while he was alive, and I could still help his soul by praying for him. It was a comforting thought. After Mass, I went to the cemetery and replaced the poinsettias with some Valentine’s roses. Whatever I felt I couldn’t complete physically when my parents were alive, I can continue to honor them in these ways, and continue to pray for their souls.

I Found God today remembering and honoring my parents.