I was touched at the funeral mass for my niece Jill. The prayers for the faithful, which was put together by Suzy was beautiful. The prayer card for Jill, with The Madonna holding her child, and the prayer itself, seemed like it was made for Jill. Perhaps one day I will post it. In the meantime, for the first time since Paul died, I found comfort in religion, which brings me to the reason for this post.
Our family celebrated Thanksgiving at Rose and Jack's home in Indiana. On the route to their home, you go past a church. The sign or message by the church had a verse from the Beatitudes. It was such a coincidence that not only was our family celebrating Thanksgiving and Rosie's birthday it was Jill's birthday the day before. I saw a connection for all of us in the verse from Matthew 5:4:
Blessed are those that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
