My grand aunt passed away after a long battle with cancer. She was 80 years old. Although my knowledge of her life is far from comprehensive, from the eulogy of the Mother General, she has no doubt lived it to the fullest serving God. She was a nun for 56 years and, as my uncle said in his eulogy, was impeccably holy. That’s something many of us can only hope for come time to go.
And so just over a week after the day in the year when cemeteries become a crowded mess, I found myself in one. You wouldn’t have believed it had been crowded just a few days previously. It was reasonably clean and there was a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. The way it should be.
The funeral itself was a solemn occasion. Because of the wide dispersion of the family, there was only about a dozen of us representing but her sisters of the cloth were in force. Interestingly, they seemed to be used to these things. Everything was well planned and went along quite smoothly. It was as if it was just business as usual. And maybe it is. Maybe to them, passing away from this life is just going into another better life. And I do agree.
RIP Lola Danday. You’re in a better place.