Yesterday during mass, I found out that a friend of mine passed away. Susan was a great lady. She helped me with getting back into the Catholic church by helping me with my annulments, teaching during RCIA classes, and she was even my sponsor for my Confirmation. Susan was old school. She reminded me a lot of my grandmother. Hard on the outside but soft on the inside. She was very much a “pick yourself up and dust yourself off” kind of lady. To hear of her passing just broke my heart.
Apparently, she was diagnosed with breast cancer around Thanksgiving, and she passed away last week. It got her fast. Her funeral is Monday, and I’m not sure if I am going. I wasn’t invited, but the information was in her obituary. My husband said that if it was listed in the obit, that it is ok for me to go. I would like to go and pay my respects. I’m not sure if I will be able to hold myself together. I’ve only been to one other funeral. That was my grandmothers. And I was a hot mess. But that was my grandmother, ya know? I decided if I do go, I am going to wear the necklace that Susan gave me for confirmation. It is a beautiful pewter cross with a sword through it. The sword has broken off because the metal is so soft, and I used to wear it all the time. I stopped wearing it because I didn’t want to damage it anymore. But I think Monday would be a perfect day to wear it.