Anyway, she was on her way in to the church to read to the sisters in the infirmary from the ambo (for those who were there, recall that some sisters are too weak to make it down for Mass, so they can listen to the Liturgy of the Word over the sound system, and then someone can bring them Holy Communion later). It seems they also read some daily devotions over the system, and that's what she was there to do.
We were looking around the sanctuary when she started by announcing that "some friends and relatives of our dear Mary Ely" were here to visit. We got lots of smiles and comments from folks in the hallway after that. It was all a nice reminder of how special she was to so many people, whether they knew her as Mary Alice, Mary Ely, or Edward Mary.
I stopped in to see Sister Paschalita, and we chatted for a bit. She remembers Mom so well from Loretto Heights, and took a touch of pride in having taught someone who ended up a Superintendent of Schools. She was very happy that I visited, because she saved the Summer issue of Loretto Magazine with the notice of Mary Alice's passing, but she didn't have an address to send it to Dick. I told her I would take it along...I'm sure we've already got it somewhere, but I'll send it to Auburn like she wanted. It's nothing new, just the biography that they used at the funeral, but it was nice of her to save. I promised her I would be back to see her next time I'm at Gethsemani.
We walked down that tree lined road to the grave site, and of course I was thinking of April when we walked her casket down that path. What a great day that was. Her headstone is in now...the grave could use some attention, maybe I'll do a little of that next time I'm there. Maybe a couple of flowers or something, I don't know. It's most all in sunlight, and while there are some landscapers who cut the grass around the area, the graves themselves don't get a lot of attention apart from what nature brings. Any suggestions from the gardeners in the family?

The six of us stood at her grave site and prayed a Rosary for her, which was the best part of the whole visit. It was Monday, so it was the Joyful Mysteries...a wonderful way to remember her life. We talked about the fruits of those particular mysteries (Humility, Love of Neighbor, Poverty, Obedience, and Joy in Finding Jesus) and how Mary Alice modeled those for so many people. Even those of my friends who had only met her that once were touched by her, and they want to go back and visit every year.
Anyway, it made for a great day....just thought I'd share it with you.
Brian

