I hope and pray that you all had a wonderful celebration of the Lord’s Resurrection!

Two weeks ago today, my oldest brother died.  Selwyn had stuggled with mental illness most of his adult life.  Last December, he was diagnosed with very aggressive lung cancer that had already spread to his liver.  Chemo proved too harsh for his body to handle.  All of the siblings and many extended family members and friends were able to spend time with him and say our goodbyes before he peacefully passed away.

One week ago today, I was with my family in St. Louis at the funeral Mass for my brother.  It was a simple but lovely celebration.  It was not a huge event but well attended by those who knew him best.  The luncheon after the service was a nice gathering that allowed us time to share memories and stories.

At some point, I was standing apart observing the whole group.  My father and mother were there – both elderly and frail.  My remaining siblings and many cousins were there - having lost a member of our generation made us more mindful of our own mortality.  And then the joy and life of the group – the next generation.  The oldest niece is preparing for her wedding just a few weeks away, the youngest still a babe in arms.  The several in-between were chasing one another amidst the tables and swiping extra cupcakes when they thought no one was looking.  And even in a solemn gathering such as it was – this was perfect.  I could see in the microcosm of that room the wheels of life making a complete rotation from life to death to new life.  This is the Easter mystery.  Alleluia!