What brings us here?
We all loved the same beautiful person, and we want to show that to her, and to one another.
We’re going to have to be apart for a while, she’s gone to her rest, gone to the further shore.
And we are left behind, saddened, troubled, diminished by her absence.
Maybe troubled, but we believe and we have faith that she is even now reunited with her father and mother, and her brother, son, and grandson and her many good and close friends who preceded her.
And we can all see, if we try, that she is once again dancing with her husband, the way they used to do, and their love is real, even yet.
And we believe we will meet once again, standing in the light, once more in the presence of the Lord.
Scientists have their explanations, mathematicians theorems and formulae, theologians have their riddles, but love gives us the best and truest answer of them all.
Constance taught us, each and every one of us, the way and the meaning of love, in her every act, every sacrifice, every thoughtful and witty conversation, every novena, where she prayed, not for herself, but for us, brothers and sisters. For you and me.
And maybe her prayers were answered, in the end, weren’t they?
Thank you, mom. Love you forever!