March 9, 2015 would have been my father’s 88th birthday. The entrance antiphon for mass that morning was from Psalm 84: My soul is longing and yearning for the courts of the Lord. My heart and flesh cry out to the living God.
That is the verse that became Mom’s in her 84th year, on her 84th day in hospital. That day, December 31, 2013, she ran into His courts, taking the hand of my father who had gone ahead six months earlier. Daddy laughed and swung her around with joy. Then together they skipped off to see the living God, face to face.
On March 9, 2015, the Psalm for mass was number 42; its chorus was: Athirst is my soul for the living God. When shall I go and behold the face of God?
Dad and Mom, I miss you both so much. But I know, as well as I know that the sun rises in the east each day, that I will join you one day in His courts. And together we will behold His face. As I prepare myself for that day, I covet your prayers for my family and me that we would walk His plan for us on earth.
Mom and Dad in Chicago 2005
Mom and Dad’s last real walk together Thanksgiving 2012
