Mom & I went to the All Souls service at Holy Cross cemetery. Each year we've gone, it's been celebrated by bishop Wang. He reminds me of the Dalai Lama. The way he looks. The way he talks. His sense of humor. Soon, it'll be time for the Christmas remembrance service. I still vividly remember the first one we attended, now approaching 3 years ago.
With each passing year, I have more "ornaments" to hang on the remembrance tree. It's not that this service gets easier, but more like an inner peace, or acceptance, that they're not coming back. And whatever help or guidance you may still need... you have to get it some other way. Maybe even figure it out yourself. Aren't we supposed to be the guides for the next generation? Fortunately, no one listens to me, so I still have time to get my act together. And that's exactly what it is. An act. I'm still clueless...
