A sad and tragic memory, but a very peaceful one now:
On February 10, 1987 we were in the limo going from the funeral home to the church for my paternal grandmother’s funeral and my pager beeped. Of course I knew what it was about. We stopped at the first pay phone and I called my maternal grandparents who were back at our house in Clark with my Mom. Her time was up. We immediately left Jersey City to head back home. We never made it to Grandma Parsons’ funeral mass, but I heard that it was quite beautiful, as the priest spoke about both her and my mother together. Continue reading